--FOREVER. 167 Tuesday, October 20th 1917 And still is blowing (twenty gusty sound) This it isn't blowing hard today. In fact it was warmer and really almost pleasant outdoors. Someone watched on the kite and I mailed some jimmey cards and strips I mounted on the art I ran shed in hope of making it a little less fragile. Quite a flock of young ducks appeared one by the next island. I shot one and hope to get him in the morning as he is frozen in the clush near the channel between the two pairs of land. Tonight was so pleasant that I stayed out two hours walking and enjoying the beauty of the still darkness, when the last twilight had faded into a faint gray the comet loomed up like a great rocket. And then the Aurora came up from the west and south in a fan of broad yellow bands not brilliant but rich enough to put shine the Milky Way. So much I stopped now and then to enjoy the flare of a shooting star and compare its wonderful flame with the best of the steady collection, even Arcturus and Spica seemed faint compared to one green and red ball of flame that slid thru the Bull just type I came in.