438 Dinner. Roast beef, dehydrato potatoes, bread; butter, tea, prune duff with molas- ses sauce. On these anniversaries of the last days which E. L. H. spent on earth, my mind is so filled with thoughts of her and her suffering and with grief over my irre- arable loss that I am poor company for any one. It is terrible to be in this deso- late region so far from home and friends in this period of loneliness and special sadness. Yesterday was Clara's birthday. She is much on my mind and I am anxious about her and her condition, about my mother and her life and welfare, about Horace and his school work. Helen does not worry me so much because she has a good position and is comfortable. Do our friends know by this time that we were safe at North Star Bay 12 Sept.?