Sunday September 14, 1913. We cannot afford to take this day off until our home is a fact. Allen and I brought all of the batteries in this morning. There were signs of leakage in all of them. It proved to be that most of them had spilled rather than leaked. In the evening we gave our opening party. The whole village appeared in force. The victrola was a new marvel for them and several looked into the box for those whose voices they heard - afterwards we all ate candy. Monday September 15, 1913. And still the snow comes. This seems to indicate the presence of September storms to the south of us. Allen and I are filling the batteries. Tuesday September 16, 1913. Ophah, Stokeshue, Allen and I went down to the big glacier just above Cape Alexander and shot ducks. There were thousands of them up there and our ammunition gave out long before the ducks ceased to dive about the boat. I would say that nine or ten have killed