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LAST VOYAGE OF CAPT, ROSS. 
it upon those of Capt. Ross; the judgement and science of the 
one was to be put into the scale with the negative ability of the 
other, and that, which the former accomplished was acceded to 
the latter, as the avowed and acknowledged commander of the 
expedition. We shall have occasion in a subsequent part of this 
work to dilate upon this want of concord which existed 
between Capt. Ross and his nephew, and we shall be able to 
shew in contradiction of the evidence which was given before 
the Committee of the House of Commons, (which we hesitate 
not to stigmatize as one of the most finished humbugs which the 
Sessions of 1834 can exhibit, and that is indeed not saying a 
little,) that the uncle and nephew were never for one month 
together on good terms with each other, the one taking to the 
sulks in one corner of the cabin, and the other following his 
example in an opposite one—one due north, the other due south, 
and approaching each other occasionally, that is, about half way 
—south west and north west, but very seldom coming into 
that situation, that they might be said to be at the same point 
together. 
When the celebrated Mr. Brindley undertook the cutting of 
the canals for the Duke of Bridgewater, he was denounced as a 
great simpleton, and there were many, who laughed at him for 
wasting his time, and the money of his patriotic employer, in such 
a useless undertaking; the result has proved that they were the 
fools who laughed, and not they, who were laughed at. This 
little exordium is very prudently brought in, to convince those 
who take upon themselves presumptuously to laugh at the canal 
which Capt. Ross projected from the Victory to the main land, 
for although it may appear in their eyes as a ridiculous undertak¬ 
ing, it was not considered so by himself, no more than the cutting 
of the Bridgewater canal was by Mr. Brindley. The crew regu¬ 
larly performed the duty, that is, if the frost would allow them, 
of strewing the canal with gravel, to obtain which, was like 
digging the lava from the crater of Mount Etna, although not 
exactly quite so hot a job, but it very often happened, that the 
labor of the day was not visible on the morrow, for during the 
night, the water rushing in through the fissures of the ice, laid 
