... Delicious evening,--how we enjoyed it! The next day we made new oars; and, finally, after fifty-seven days absence from our camp, relieved our anxious people. But where is Barker? I asked Frank Pocock . He died twelve days ago, sir, and lies there, pointing to a new mound of earth near the landing-place. I must pass briefly over many months, replete with adventures, sorrow, suffering, per...