people, seeing us go
away again, came rowing after us into the sea, the waves being somewhat
lofty. We trucked with them for a few skins and darts, and gave them
beads, nails, needles, and cards, they pointing to the shore as though
they would show us great friendship; but we, little regarding their
courtesy, gave them the gentle farewell, and so departed.
The 14th we had the wind at south. The 15th there was some fault either
in the barque or the set of some current, for we were driven six points
out of our course. The 16th we fell in with the bank of ice, west from
us. The 17th and 18th were foggy. The 19th, at one o'clock afternoon,
we had sight of the land which we called Mount Raleigh, and at twelve of
the clock at night we were athwart the straits which we discovered the
first year. The 20th we traversed in the mouth of the strait, the wind
being at west with fair and clear weather. The 21st and 22nd we coasted
the northern coast of the straits. The 23rd, having sailed 60 leagues
north-west into the straits at two o'clock afternoon, we anchored among
many isles in the bottom of the gulf, naming the same the Earl of
Cumberland's Isles, where, riding at anchor, a whale passed by our ship
and went west in among the isles. Here the compass set at 30 degrees
westward variation. The 24th we departed, shaping our course south-east
to recover the sea. The 25th we were becalmed in the bottom of the gulf,
the air being extremely hot. Master Bruton and some of the mariners went
on shore to course dogs, where they found many graves, and trains spilt
on the ground, the dogs being so fat that they were scant able to run.
The 26th we had a pretty storm, the wind being at south-east. The 27th
and 28th were fair. The 29th we were clear out of the straits, having
coasted the south shore, and this day at noon we were in 64 degrees of
latitude. The 30th in the afternoon we coasted a bank of ice which lay
on the shore, and passed by a great bank or inlet which lay between 63
and 62 degrees of latitude, which we called Lumley's Inlet. We had
oftentimes, as we sailed along the coast, great roots, the water as it
were whirling and overfalling, as if it were the fall of some great water
through a bridge. The 31st as we sailed by a headland, which we named
Warwick's Forehand, we fell into one of those overfalls with a fresh gale
of wind, and bearing all our sails, we looking upon an island of ice
between us and the shore
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