Wednesday November 4, 1917 The snow storm seems to have stopped yester-day only to catch its breath. Last night the south wind and drifting snow commenced again in earnest and continued until tonight when it seems to be as harden than ever. We are enjoying the gradual disappearance of the little hut under its warm covering of snow. The ugly patch work of tin and dirty canvas is gradually giving way to a beautiful white winter coat. Mac waited us up about eleven this morning. According came in at the same time and asked me for Jot's harpoon, which, he said, Jot had stolen from him. I gave the old man his stick but added nothing as we are tired of having him show up just at meal time, and he is a nuisance in other ways. Mac said that two of the men wanted to go after walruses so that he decided not to go with them to Verkh as he had planned. I expect that no one got away as the weather was not good and the ice no less than finnish. This afternoon I walked up the final mile above Dog Island. The drifting snow made the day very dark and I picked my way by keeping close to the shore where I could find occasional spots which were recognizable. We had a very good dinner out of some of the carbon meat and some dried potatoes. We had part of a quarter and are economizing to make it last as long as possible.