-- FOREVER. Tuesday November 9, 1914 A beautiful clear calm day! Something almost un- known in this hell-hole where we are situated. The view out our door might almost be across the Polar Sea. The southwest gale has piled the ice up in long rough ridges, which are again broken here and there until the result is chaos (with a large K). Inci- dentally Joe is planning to start for Kerki tomorrow. I seized the opportunity of this calm day to add another layer of coal bags and kindling wood to the roof of our remarkable shed. I have great faith in this little shanty, and today I prophesize that in three weeks we would be snug as a bug when the snows had been banked about us. Tank came out about 2:00 p.m. Jerome + I started back with him. On hearing that the dinner at Etel was to include poor Jerome, felt the temptation too strong in that particular weakness in his morality-- morality isn't just the word but it somehow adds a touch to this description of our paint-like existence. Hal came out about that time and joined me at dinner on the Island. Tonight the full moon was suddenly obliterated by a renewal of the southerly wind and drifting snow. I made haste to put a few more touches on the shed in the hope of keeping it from the snow out. We have dogs with us all the time. I have concluded that this is a sign of true love as they get nothing to eat here.