He returned in the afternoon of the 18th, having found the blanket together with a bag containing two pistols and some other things which had been left beside it.

We had some tripe de roche in the evening but Mr.Hood, from the constant griping it produced, was unable to eat more than one or two spoonfuls.

He was now so weak as to be scarcely able to sit up at the fireside and complained that the least breeze of wind seemed to blow through his frame.

He also suffered much from cold during the night.

We lay close to each other but the heat of the body was no longer sufficient to thaw the frozen rime formed by our breaths on the blankets that covered him.
At this period we avoided as much as possible conversing upon the hopelessness of our situation and generally endeavoured to lead the conversation towards our future prospects in life.