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nation and their vocation, would beguile the time with a song or by persuasion endeavour to dissipate his thoughts, begging him to do as they did, to have patience, and that time would be a cure for all. To which he would reply; "Je le voudrois bien, mes enfants, mais je ne suis pas capable; La tête me tourne. Je mourreroi ici si je ne m'échappe." "I wish I could, my good fellows but I am not able. My head turns round. I shall die here if I do not escape;" and these men emphatically say that, had he passed the winter at the Bay, "il auroit devenu tout à fait fou;" "he would have lost his senses entirely." Both in his ravings and in his quiet moments, he incessantly applied his hand to the side of his head, where the fatal blow had fallen and complained of that, saying that that would be his death, and he continued to be frequently seized with fits of dizziness from the same cause. Nothing could console or satisfy him but when some means were thought of or plans devised for facilitating his escape. To this

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