with the footsteps of a man (crossing into the track made by me and one of Guy's men, on Friday last) who had followed us to the end of the pond, and there broken a few boughs, upon which he supposed he had lain during the night, and gone forward again on Saturday morning. He pursued the track to the mouth of Niger Sound, and upon the north end of Round Island he found the unfortunate Mr. Jones frozen to death, with his faithful Newfoundland bitch by his side! He gave the poor creature what bread he had about him, but could not prevail on her to leave her master. He had been so imprudent as to leave Chateau, not only by himself, but also, without either a hatchet, provisions, tinder, or matches.

"It was evening, I suppose, when he met with my track, and he certainly did not know where he was; for had he taken it the other way, he might have reached my house in about an hour's good walking. The loss of this young man is the more to be regretted, as he was of a very amiable disposition, and likely to prove an ornament to his profession.

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Wednesday, 30.-At night three men arrived from Chateau in quest of Mr. Jones; they informed me, that two other parties also were out on the same business.

"Thursday, 31.-The Chateau men went off for Seal Island early this morning; from which place my man returned to day, accompanied by those whom I sent from Chateau; also another party from the same place, joined them upon the road. These people brought me what things they found in Mr. Jones's pockets, and informed me that they had covered

the corps with snow and boughs of trees; but could not prevail on the bitch to leave her deceased master."

One is unable to refrain from inserting Southey's description of Cartwright :

"I saw Major Cartwright (the sportsman, not the patriot) in 1791. I was visiting with the Lambs at Hampstead, in Kent, at the house of Hodges, his brother-in-law; we had nearly finished dinner when he came in. He desired the servant to cut him a plate of beef from the side-board. I thought the footman meant to insult him: the plate was piled to a height which no ploughboy after a hard day's fasting could have levelled; but the moment he took up his knife and fork, and arranged the plate, I saw this was no common man. A second and third supply soon vanished. Mr. and Mrs. Lamb, who had never before seen him, glanced at each other; but Tom and I, with schoolboys' privilege, kept our eyes rivetted upon him with what Dr. Butt would have called the gaze of admiration. 'I see you have been looking at me,' (said he, when he had done). I have a very great appetite. I once fell in with a stranger in the shooting season, and we dined together at an inn. There was a leg of mutton which he did not touch. I never make more than two cuts off a leg of mutton; the first takes all one side, the second all the other; and when I had done this, I laid the bone across my knife for the marrow.' The stranger could refrain no longer. By God, Sir,' said he, 'I never saw a man eat like you.'

"This man had strength and perseverance charactered in every muscle. He eat three cucumbers, with a due quantity

of bread and cheese for his breakfast the following morning. I was much pleased with him, he was good-humoured and communicative; his long residence on the Labrador coast made his conversation as instructive as interesting. I had never before seen so extraordinary a man, and it is not therefore strange that my recollection of his manner, and words, and countenance should be so strong after an interval of six years.

"I read his book in 1793, and, strange as it may seem, actually read through the three quartos. At that time I was a verbatim reader of indefatigable patience, but the odd simplicity of the book amused me the importance he attached to his traps delighted me, it was so unlike a book written for the world-the solace of a solitary evening in Labrador. I fancied him blockaded by the snows, rising from a meal upon the old, tough, high-flavoured, hardsinewed wolf, and sitting down like Robinson Crusoe to his journal. The annals of his campaigns among the foxes and beavers interested me more than ever did the exploits of Marlborough or Frederic; besides, I saw plain truth and the heart in Cartwright's book; and in what history could I look for this?

"The print is an excellent likeness. Let me add that whoever would know the real history of the beaver must look for it in this work. The common accounts are fables.

"Coleridge took up a volume one day, and was delighted with its strange simplicity. There are some curious anecdotes of the Esquimaux. When they entered London with him, one of them cried, putting up his hand to his head, 'Too much noise-too much people-too much house; oh, for

Labrador!' an interesting fact for the history of the human mind.

"The female Esquimaux, when she stood under the dome of St. Paul's, knowing it to be a temple, was impressed with the strongest awe, and leant upon the gentleman who took her, as though she were sinking. At last she asked, 'Did man make it, or was it put here?' Major Cartwright told me this."

Five Esquimaux accompanied Cartwright to England, four of whom unhappily died of small-pox in returning, the only survivor being Caubvick, a woman. His description of her reception by her friends is most affecting, and the emotions of their hearts, as there depicted, will awaken feelings in the bosom of many a man (who has returned unsuccessful from distant countries and devious wanderings to his own land, and been chilled by a very different welcome), not to the advantage of that misnamed civilisation. which may varnish the manners without softening the selfish heart, and which contrasts ignobly with the ever warm and unselfish welcome of the poor and despised dog, as it did here with the unlettered and untutored denizens of the dreary coasts of Labrador.

"1773, August 31.-About noon, almost the whole of the three southernmost tribes of Esquimaux, amounting to fivehundred souls, or thereabouts, arrived from Chateau in twenty-two old English and French boats (having heard of my arrival from some boats belonging to that port, which returned from this neighbourhood in the night of Saturday

last), but the wind did not suit then to come hither till this

morning.

"I placed myself upon a rock near the water-side, and Caubvick sat down a few paces behind me. We waited for the landing of the Indians with feelings very different from theirs, who were hurrying along with tumultuous joy at the thoughts of immediately meeting their relations and friends again. As the shore would not permit them to land out of their boats, they brought them to their anchors at a distance off, and the men came in their kyacks, each bringing two other persons, lying flat on their faces, one behind and the other before, on the top of the skin covering. On drawing near the shore, and perceiving only Caubvick and myself, their joy abated, and their countenances assumed a different aspect. Being landed, they fixed their eyes on Caubvick and me in profound, gloomy silence. At length, with great perturbation, and in faltering accents, they enquired, separately, what was become of the rest; and were no sooner given to understand, by a silent, sorrowful shake of my head, that they were no more, than they instantly set up such a yell as I had never before heard. Many of them, but particularly the women, snatched up stones, and beat themselves on the head and face till they became shocking spectacles; one pretty young girl (a sister to the late two men) gave herself so severe a blow upon the cheekbone, that she bruised and cut the flesh shockingly, and almost beat an eye out. In short, the violent, frantic expressions of grief were such as far exceeded my imagination, and I could not help participating with them so far as to shed tears most plentifully. They no sooner observed my emotion than, mistaking it for the apprehensions