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ONCE A WEEK.
[October 22, 1859.
pools of water on the great ice-fields as well as
on the land are again firmly frozen over. The
wild fowl and their offspring are seen hastening
south; the plumage of the ptarmigan and willow
grouse are already plentifully sprinkled with
white; the mountain-tops and ravines are
already loaded with snow, which will not melt
away for twelve long months. Enough has been
done to satisfy the leaders that a further advance
this season will be impossible. Winter quarters
(To be «
must be sought; there is none nearer that they
know of than Beechey Island; the “Erebus’*
and “Terror” bear away for it. Fortune favours
them, they are not caught in the fatal grip of
the winter-pack, and drifted out into the Atlantic,
as many subsequent voyagers have been. Their
haven is reached, and with hearty cheers the
ships are warped into Erebus and Terror Bay,
and arrangements rapidly made to meet the
coming winter of 1845-46.
tinned.)
COLDSTREAM.
large party is
assembled to cele-
brate the feast of
' St. Partridge at
Ravelstoke Hall, an
old country house
about two miles
distant from the
north- west coast of
Devon. The vari-
ous branches of
English society are
very fairly repre-
sented by its com-
ponent parts.
There are two
peers, three mem-
bers of the lower
house, some
Guardsmen, some
undergraduates, a
clergyman, and a
lieutenant in the
navy. But our hero
is not a representa-
tive man: yet he
belongs to a class
which, called into
existence by the ac-
cumulated wealth
of the nineteenth
century, is ever on
the increase.
Frederick Ty- rawley resembles Sir Charles Cold- stream, inasmuch as he has been everywhere and done everything; but he is by no means used up, and can still take an
interest in whatever his hand finds to do. Nor is his everything everybody else’s everything. It is not bounded by Jerusalem and the pyramids.
Mr. Tyrawley has fought in more than one state of South America, and has wandered for more than two years from isle to isle of the Pacific. A mysterious reputation hovers round him. He is supposed to have done many things, but no one is very clear what they are; and it is not likely that much information on the point will be obtained from him, for he seldom talks much, and never speaks of himself. His present mission appears to be to kill partridges, play cricket, and dress himself. Not that it must be supposed that he has ever been in the habit of wearing less clothing
than the custom of the country in which he may have been located required; but only that at the