46 Monday September 8 -1913. The day dawned cloudy and windy. Snow was drifting over the flapping flies of our tents. But we hurried to the house for Mac had slept within its walls -- the first of many who were to dream of walruses and tangled truces under our roof. We worked inside. The roof was over us but it was disquietable work with the wet snows covering everything near the skeleton windows. Tuesday Sept. 9-1913. The temperature has fallen to 18° above zero. This most terrible cold of which we have read but our fingers got pretty much with the cold nails and an occasional pound from the hammer. At 2 o'c. P.M. Ah-dub-a-bing-wah called Mac and told him that the motor boat had dis- appeared. HE sent Jot and me towards the Point to investigate. I was in any but a happy mood when we started. A cold wind was blowing, and in the light of morning we could see the Bay half full of ice. To our joy we found the boat just a few hundred yards down the beach.