After a rest, taking a gun I made my way on shore. We were too early for eggs, but there were plenty of ducks and the shooting was rather good. Numbers of phalarope (Lobipes Hyperboreus) were about. They were graceful little birds and no doubt bred here later. Coming back for the dingey I rowed out to a point of ice past which there was a flight of ducks, but was astonished to find the birds so shy in such a quiet place. Perhaps the sight of the ships invading this sanctuary made them a little nervous. I managed, however, to add considerably to my bag. There did not appear to be any loosening of the ice, so none of the ships made any effort to move. I went on board the _Arctic_ during the afternoon and received a supply of apples from Captain Guy. The surgeon returned with me and spent the evening on the _Aurora_. As our boiler required some repair this was attended to during the day and it made a wonderful difference to the temperature of the cabin having no heat in the engine room for a few hours. _June 8th. Sunday_. A peaceful day and perfectly calm with some fog. All the ships were hooked on to the floe. Crawford of the _Arctic_ came on board and we took our dingey and went to one of the islands. Some men from the relief ships were there. They were shooting with eight bores, the first time I had ever seen guns of that calibre; I saw them make some long shots. We secured a few ducks, eider and long tailed. During the afternoon we went on board the _Bear_, and again met Lieutenant Emory and his officers. Lieutenant Colwell showed us the ship. The arrangement of the berths in the cabin was splendid; they were curtained off by drawing out poles, and by pushing these in the sleeping quarters were reduced in size, and the saloon enlarged. I should say that the _Bear_ was the fastest ship of the fleet, except, perhaps, the _Arctic_, which had powerful engines. The only thing against the _Arctic_ was her great length which made it difficult to turn her about in small water holes, and to manouvre amongst the ice as some of the others were able to do. The _Wolf_ and _Narwhal_ had moved off and were caught in the pack by bedtime. We were then on the threshold of Melville Bay, the reputation of which was most unsavory. Perhaps the most interesting occurrence there during historic times was the loss of nineteen ships and a total of £140,000 damage to the fleet on June 19th, 1830. This event has been called the Baffin's Bay Fair, because the one thousand men who suddenly found themselves homeless upon the ice, made the best of their circumstances and enjoyed themselves immensely. Before the ships went down they secured quantities of liquor and food and afterwards established comfortable camps. There was an abundance of wood from the wrecks, so they made bonfires around which they danced. The curious part of it was that no lives were lost, and that the entire party ultimately reached home safe.