-- FOREVER. Wednesday November 11-1914. The admirable weather continues. We are feasting off the birthday box that came out yesterday. Really should have come visitors to entertain with our good things but even Jane and Tanky are not glad to come out in such weather as this. It is a most discouraging combination for walking that I have ever known. The wind is almost unbearable; the snow is blinding, and the darkness and rough ice combine to prevent him successive steps without a stumble. Sometimes when the Arctic is like this I have a feeling of general resentment not against the cold or dark or wind but against the whole aggregation of violence. It seems as tho this country was not meant for man but as a kind of warehouse for the storage of all unpleasant things which the Creator wished man to be free. In other words if we do dislike it we have no business to complain for it is our own proud mastery of earth-mastering that leads us away from green fields and the thrushes. The south west corner of our house is a regular shrine for this cold wind & Comfort is almost out of the question. But we know that the prevailing weather, i.e. with wind N.E., the big snowbank behind us will protect the house. One of the black puppies is here alone. He seems very lonely and bawls dismally every now and then. We have not had much of this morn an account of the continuous thaws weather.