were some of the impressive features in the scene attending the burial of Kudlago at sea.
An hour after the George Henry had been given to the leading wind, I turned my eyes back to the ocean grave of
KUDLAGO'S MONUMENT
Kudlago—a snow-white monument of mountain size, and of God's own fashioning, was over it!
The next event of any importance to record was the celebration of our glorious Fourth of July. At that time we were in Davis's Straits, near a place called Sukkertoppen, in Greenland, under all sail for Holsteinborg, and we had been in great hopes to have arrived during the day, but contrary winds and calms prevented us. As it was, we did the best we could, and tried to prove ourselves, as we knew all of us to be, true sons of our country.
