Monday, December 14, 1914. Cloudy; strong SW winds + drifting snow. -2.0° My bread was baked by one o'clock this morning. I did not wait for it to cool as I usually do but started at once for the island. Hal and Joe came with me. The former was feeling his oats so freely that he set an awful pace. In the thick darkness I stumbled time and again. The awkward bundle in my arms kept falling and slipping until I felt like throwing the whole thing away. I had put the 4 loaves of bread in a pair of wind proof trousers and tied the legs over the whole thing. There was a mess in the package when I finally stumbled into the shack. We got in some good studying today. I am practicing two hours a day regularly on the wireless and hope to make some real progress by the time we must go in to Etah for good. I started another snow house today on the other side of the island. I am pretty poor at building but I am now able to cut good blocks. In fact I cut some today that I couldn't begin to lift but had to slide them into place. After two hours of work I felt very exhilarated by the exercise and the sweating I found occasion to do when my blocks fell in. Tonight I nearly swamped Jevonne by the dinner I caribou my hands I prepared. The night to have a nightmare or so after the cargo he took on.