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The cares upon me increase. This party
has entirely disconcerted all my plans.
I have neither room, wood, nor clothing
for more than my own number. For
eventual escape I have but two boats
one of them stove, yet instead of a company
of ten I have now eighteen looking to
me for their return to their homes.

Of the stores shared with them
to the last shread, not a single article
comes back. One boat is burnt for
fuel, the other destroyed by the natives
even their clothing was left a prey to the
Esquimaux. Save the scanty garments
left upon their persons, after returning to
the natives the furs which they had
reappropriated, not a thing did they
possess. To use the words of
poor Hayes the spokesman of this
humbled party, "We are beggars