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Skeleton Island, some twenty or thirty miles from our camp, to get him
a tin of another kind of pemmican. McKinlay had tried to do this and had
got lost to the extent of not finding Skeleton Island, whereupon he had
continues along the land until he came to our camp. He was snowblind and
played out, so he got the Chief and one of the firemen to return to Rodgers
Harbor to look after [Namen], as Templeman was unable to do it.

From now on the seals began to come out of their holes
to sun themselves on the ice and the native and I occasionally got one.
which was a change from the pemricas. Birds would fly over us in flocks
but we rarely got one of them on the wing with out rifles. It was then we
felt not having the shotgun.

The second of June McKinlay, the Eskimo family and I
left for Cape Waring where I know of a crowbill rookery. McKinlay was to
take back the sleds and team of three dogs to fetch the rest, who were all
sick. Before we arrived at Cape Waring we were met by the Chief and the
fireman from Rodgers Harbor with the news that when they arrived [Namen]
had died and the steward was nearly out of his head with the two dead men beside
him in the tent. hey had come back to get their effects and return to the
harbor.