We had indeed every reason to be grateful and our joy would have been complete had it not been mingled with sincere regret at the separation of our poor Esquimaux, the faithful Junius.
EXTREME MISERY OF THE WHOLE PARTY.
The want of tripe de roche caused us to go supperless to bed.

Showers of snow fell frequently during the night.

The breeze was light next morning, the weather cold and clear.

We were all on foot by daybreak but, from the frozen state of our tents and bedclothes, it was long before the bundles could be made and as usual the men lingered over a small fire they had kindled so that it was eight o'clock before we started.

Our advance from the depth of the snow was slow, and about noon, coming to a spot where there was some tripe de roche, we stopped to collect it and breakfasted.
Mr.Hood, who was now very feeble, and Dr.Richardson, who attached himself to him, walked together at a gentle pace in the rear of the party.