FOREVER. 219 Friday December 11, 1914. Clear mist strong wind - 13. I am straightened out again: I was up this morning at four but ate dinner at our regular time this afternoon. We nearly perished in the house today. The north wind blew through our back wall and chilled even the stove for it didn't deliver warm enough to cook with any speed. I walked in it = took this afternoon: I needed some grass and more scratch paper -- that is making Eskimau's kermitish out of the heavy boards we got from Pater and with the wide 2" shins + runners. This combination will be very heavy but it should be strong enough for almost any kind of rough work. I was pleased to discover that the moon would be both with us on the 13th, only a week from Monday. And by the time it has gone, there will be some increase in the daylight. We had the moon for awhile today but at noon the darkness was total except for a very faint greenish glow in the south. The individually brilliant stars quite bright but no brightness to this endless night time. And sure how they seem only to accentuate the terrible, death like bleakness of this cold darkness; I feel at times as if I were in space, out of the world into the universe of worlds, moving like the moon with other dead bodies. Walking at such times is not a pleasure, or even an inconvenience it is a kind of brutal necessity -- necessary to me because all too soon I must start out upon a hard trip with no other training.