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each other therefore still to persevere, and, though they were speedily reduced to have recourse to what articles of leather they had to supply the cravings of hunger, they floundered on as well as they were able.

The last entries in M^r Frobisher's journal are these;

"November 8^th. We at last crossed ..."

"November 9^th. Made a good day on the lake."

"November 10^th. " [ditto]

"November 11^th[.] Encamped at the portage."

"November 12^th. Encamped."

Here all his forces seem to have been exhausted and although, for eight days longer, he kept journeying on through the woods, morasses, and desolate places of the wilderness, he was scarcely conscious of his own existence. His left foot became worse, the flesh was entirely torn off, and the bones and sinews were exposed to view. Every night he lay down with a strong fever upon him, and appeared not only exhausted, but beside himself. Constantly too did he complain of his head, and of the fatal blow he had endured to which he throughout attributed his inability to contend with the hardships

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