they took shelter during the night, and in rainy weather.  They had caught eight seals on the day of their departure, which afforded them nourishment, though for want of fuel they could make no fire, but ate the meat raw and drank the blood.  Of their feelings during nine dreadful days of anxiety and suspense, they wrote the following affecting account.  Peter for himself says, “When on the 4th of June (1824,) we were driven off the coast upon the field of ice, I was not much alarmed, for I did not apprehend much danger.  At night when we lay down to rest we commended ourselves in prayer to God our Saviour, and gave up our lives into his hands, which we always continued to do.  On the 5th, as we were floating pretty near to the point of Tikkerarsuk, I hoped that our brother Conrad, who had been with us, would come to help us with kaiaks.  We repeatedly thought we heard the report of fire-arms, and therefore fired off our pieces, but towards evening, we perceived that we had been mistaken.  Now I began to feel great fears about the preservation of my life, and thinking of my poor family, I wept much.  With many tears I cried fervently to Jesus to save me.  I could speak with him as if he stood by me, and said; ’I pray that I may not be carried to the other side of the water, nor to the south, nor too far to the north among the unbelievers, but that my body may have a decent burial in the earth.  O! shew mercy to me, and do thou, the only helper in need, take care of my poor family!’ Then these words occurred to my mind, ‘Hold that fast which thou hast, that no man take thy crown,’ which made me shed tears of gratitude and love to our Saviour, like a child, though at so great a distance from home.  I entered our snow-house weeping, and we both joined in calling upon Jesus for help and comfort.  This we did every morning and evening.  On the 6th, in the morning, finding ourselves carried far away from the land into the ocean, we again looked for comfort to Jesus, and prayed to him with many tears to help us, and direct our course.  We sung that verse together, ‘O lift up thy countenance upon us,’ and these words were impressed upon my mind, ’I am the good Shepherd, and know my sheep, and am known of mine.’  I felt my unworthiness deeply, and nothing but the words of Jesus could give me joy.  I prayed fervently to him, that he would give his angels charge over me.  I spent the whole day in prayer, and as I walked about alone, several parts of Scripture occurred to my recollection, especially the account of my Saviour’s being taken captive.  The prayer he offered up for his disciples, John XVII. was peculiarly precious to me, and gave me great comfort.  Frequently I felt joy in my heart on remembering our Saviour’s words, and that he said to his disciples, ‘Receive ye the Holy Ghost.’  On the 7th, the fog was so dense that we could not see whither we were driven.  I cried to Jesus, ‘O! help,’ and his words came sweetly into my mind, ’Come unto me all ye that are heavy laden, and I will give