Tuesday, February 29, 1907. N.E. mind Clear - 22 At last we got a look at the sun. The wretched winds are, as usual, in company with the clear weather. I am not gaining weight or even feeling much better but I am dwelling in the possession of very little "office" when I read and write in comfort. The evenings are still rich with spasmodic coughing and its attendant depression. One of the babies are teething and colicky, but I can immerse to the mace-racking noises which come from all this. I can tackle the most abstruse problems in all mental peace with children hollering and women snorting. The pains I feel are those of rebellion at being forced into a brute mastery of myself as to endure all of these things. In this state work is not difficult but relaxation is nearly impossible. I say for that even the others find it a trial a time. Saturday, February 27, 1907 Clear N.E. mind - 20. We have been having it down to 34° below with almost a whole Gale blowing every day. Yester- day it returned with Sammy and RioTah soon. The crowd are getting scarcely enough meat to keep their dogs alive. The water is so far from land and the ice so rough that the wells can be reached by taking long risky trips out from the camps. Mac would have liked me to take the train back down