Dedicatory -- This is a story -- It's also about the land -- We set out -- You can't eat saxifrage and harebells -- from the journal of James Fitzjames -- The German novelist saw him differently -- That's now how it was. Trust me -- Whereas the claimant of the second part -- We trace identical descent -- I am walking in the direction -- As the twin Otter -- They open the body -- He was a tall man for his time -- Received in the mail -- These were found assembled in the cairn -- They would gladly have traded the passage -- We eat what is in the tins -- The Utjulik Report -- Someone sewed this odd-man-out button -- It is a thin in itself, the cold -- Now they know -- When the wind dropped -- They must have decided -- For the French philosopher the world is uncertain -- They come in all forms -- Don't be alarmed or skeptical -- The film is called Lost Voyage -- Thus saith the Lord of Hosts, consider your ways -- It's the skulls that bring it home -- The words are fitted -- To reach the waters that opened suddenly -- Ask yourself these questions -- The low granite hills -- Madness, pneumonia, lead, cold -- This is a message to the unimagined reader -- How to explain -- Possibly a massacre -- Wintered at Beechey Island -- Sing them a ballad and tender their names -- Every man is of course -- Masts or spars distantly glimpsed off Maconochie Island -- As the "I" was partially defaced -- That was the year summer didn't come to the Arctic -- This just in -- Perhaps it is none of the usual suspects -- He was among the first to die -- We must always distrust a "standard reconstruction" -- Getting from here to there -- In order to supplement a deficient record -- The wave function rotates in Hilbert space -- Over the trench and slab of longitude we make little headway -- The narrative is fleshed -- We follow in imagination along uncharted routes -- CTV Wednesday night.