At seven P.M. we arrived at Saeglek, and were saluted by the firing of muskets and bonfires on the hills.  The Esquimaux have their dwellings on a small flat island, between two of larger size, but the strand is bad, and full of sharp shingles.  There are about five or six winter-houses at Saeglek, containing each about two or three families.

July 1st.  Early, two Esquimaux men, Joas and Uiverunna, came in their kayaks to pay us a visit.  They, with their families, inhabited some tents we had seen yesterday.  Brother Kohlmeister spoke seriously to them on the necessity of conversion, especially to Joas, who had Christian parents, and as a child, was baptized at Okkak.  He reminded him of his having been devoted to Jesus from his birth; that he therefore ought not to belong to the unbelievers, but to Him who had created and redeemed him; and that the greatest of all the sins he now committed, was his persisting in his determination not to return.  He seemed to listen with some humility to the loving and earnest reproof and exhortations of the Missionary, but at last excused himself by laying the blame upon his mother, who kept him back, adding, that he still intended to be converted.

Our people had meanwhile made a fire, and put the pot on to boil pease; but the wind changing, Jonathan determined immediately to proceed.  The pease had just begun to swell, and as the two Esquimaux had presented us with some fresh meat, they had been asked to partake of our meal; but finding themselves thus disappointed, they fell to, and having greedily devoured a quantity of the half-boiled pease, and filled their gloves with the rest, they took leave, and set sail about 11, A.M.

Hearing from some Esquimaux who made towards us in their kayaks, that the Saeglek people were all on the north side of the island of Kikkertarsoak, we proceeded thither, and having doubled the point, saw seven tents full of people.  Two of them contained families from Killinek.  But the violence of the wind was such, that we could not stay in this unsheltered place with safety.  We therefore worked our way, with the help of the Esquimaux, round another point, into a roadstead, rather more sheltered than the former, though open to the sea.  A little tobacco is the reward expected and given for such assistance.

The beach is composed of numberless black pebbles, polished by the sea, and each about the size of an hen’s egg.

Brother Kohlmeister immediately landed, and visited the Esquimaux in their tents.  Many heathen were at this place, to whom he preached the gospel, and invited them to believe in Jesus, as the Saviour of men, who would deliver them from the love, power, and curse of sin, having shed His blood, and died on the cross, to redeem their souls.  He was heard with great attention.  A venerable old man, with hair as white as wool, particularly attracted our notice.  He called Brother Kohlmeister by name,