156 Thursday October 8th 1914 And still it blows! [ninth round] Only a little harder, or as Jerome puts it; today is the ninth round. The wind smashed our Thunsmith and scattling spray over our point. It churks the house and gets in thin every crevig of our floors and walls. Why on the smoking hills no man could live without shelter. Such is the Gulf's wind. Friday October 9th 1914 And still it blows! (tenth round) About two this morning the wind clocked somewhat and the sun seemed really to give some warmth. Jerome immediately set to work upon his outside mowing while I continued a wiring task at the back of the house x I came out as far as I could see curves on the army preparing & heaving over our poor shed, when in the midst I saw come thus the wind rushed up for another attack upon our shanty. We really despair of getting anything done in such weather. I am the luckier man else I got a single duck x I shot him with my .55 x After supper thought I must walk in the fading light for a scramble near the rocks, dear a fiece on the other side of the island were six ducks. They did not see me in the dark & I ran back for Jerome and James