200 Sunday, November 22-1914. Clear with SE wind. -15° We both decided this morning that we could not go in Sunday mornings before we did a little studying. This seems a strange thing to say in view of the fact that means of ten chafing at the tediousness of the days. But when one considers the work one should like to cover, the months seem all too few. About one o'clock Jerome started in and I followed a little later. Just as I left the Island the wind commenced to come in gusts. Up the Fjord I saw the low fog of drifting snow and I knew trouble was ahead. In a few minutes I was head down in a another of blinding drifts. It is my habit I suppressed all the profane eloquence at my command and cursed the wind for spoiling the divine whileration of calm color in this wild country. And even 10° below with wind is misery when quiet at any place up to sixty is not at all unpleasant. We had our usual Sunday feast topping off with mince pie. Since I am in the habit of staying up late I could not sleep until after four in the morning. I enjoyed a long and beautiful concert. This evening, the others, I think, endured rather than enjoyed.