Tuesday December 22, 1914 High NE winds. Clear. Temp -13. The house seems full to our flowing with boxes and bags and other trash prepared by the travellers and cast into the living room ready for the snowshoes. The mail closed today. She whole batch of letters was put into a dry biscuit tin and the hole sol- dered up. Then the tin was mailed up in its wooden case. There were about 200 letters and its weight box and all was about 20 lbs. You had planned to leave today but the weather was a bit too breezy. The moon was up but just low and the clouds in the south east cut most of the light. -JOT is busy getting ready for his trip to Comox and between spells of packing up he is splicing up the wreck of Collyabs homotube He is not very anxious to go however and shivers when he listens to the roaring of the wind about the house. As for the rest of us, we cannot come to help and we do have our hands full keeping out of the way. As my part I would be glad when they have got a way - men and mail both. She men make too much noise and dirt and the mail is a constant reminder of things that worry. I do miss flowers, and birds and warmth every day and I could get my a little feeling of homesickness if these things were the only things we were going home to.