His constitution had never been robust, and he died of consumption a week after we landed.

The Esquimaux buried him after their own fashion, and, as I afterwards found, had buried a plate and a spoon along with him.

These, with several other articles, had been washed ashore from the wreck.

Since then I have been living the life of an Esquimau, awaiting an opportunity of escape either by a ship making its appearance or a tribe of natives travelling south.
I soon picked up their language, and was living in comparative comfort, when, during a sharp fight I chanced to have with a Polar bear, I fell and broke my leg.

I have lain here for many months, and have suffered much, Fred; but, thank God, I am now almost well, and can walk a little, though not yet without pain." "Dear father," said Fred, "how terribly you must have felt the want of kind hands to nurse you during those dreary months, and how lonely you must have been!" "Nay, boy, not quite so lonely as you think.