Our own misery had stolen upon us by degrees and we were accustomed to the contemplation of each other's emaciated figures, but the ghastly countenances, dilated eyeballs, and sepulchral voices of Captain Franklin and those with him were more than we could at first bear.
CONCLUSION OF DR.

RICHARDSON'S NARRATIVE.
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The morning of the 31st was very cold, the wind being strong from the north.

Hepburn went again in quest of deer and the Doctor endeavoured to kill some partridges, both were unsuccessful.

A large herd of deer passed close to the house, the Doctor fired once at them but was unable to pursue them.

Adam was easier this day and left his bed.