Just tripped over this on Database page 21: Saturday 12th May 1906
'Ned LeClare died between 4. and 5 A.M. Was singing whistling and talking most of the night, but called for and drank lots of water. At times talked quite rational, but most of the time raving. Has not complained of being sick, and ate as much as two ordinary men all the time he has been confined. Bowels regular. A "Dope" fiend I think and used all he had and then went crazy.
Buried him at 1.30 P.M.
Left nothing to amount to any thing and his clothes mostly cut to pieces
Was continuously on the move.'
Well - that was one of the saddest entries I ever read.
RIP Ned LeClare, after such a hard and terribly blighted life.
Just goes to show what a refuge even that hard life of a Whaler was to those on the edge of society.