Joy FOREVER. 215 Monday December 7 - 1914 Partly cloudy, light breeze. + 2° As usual. There's while I am at Etah, I could not sleep last night. I came out immediately after breakfast bring my a saddle of caribou, a tin of marasquino and four big lumps of bread. I am so thin that I did not get hot. I turned in at once and slept until 8 o'clock this evening. I cooked something to eat and was cleaning up when Ah-duk-hing-wah appeared with her baby on her back. She said that she had started out for a walk and just happened to come here - which sounds feminine enough. I entertained her with some prunes and she in-tained me with various family troubles, a habit of hers. She said that Ah-no-kat (Sammy) didn't like him and told her so every day; and that she wished she didn't have Peter (her baby); and that she was very unhappy etc. etc. I suppose that some people would find these tales of mine very boring, but I get the human pleasure out of them. She never repeats, never has the same sorrow two days in succession; and whatever the tragic circumstances may be she relates them with such wide-eyed pathos that I involuntarily sympathize and thereby stimulate the fountain of sorrow to the extent of leaving me such a stock of human interest as can amuse me for days afterward. I walked in a ways with her about mid-night. She became very tired and threw herself face downward in the snow. Peter ate my eye shade & a lump of coal!