Wednesday December 31 -1913 The day slip away so rapidly now that I don't seem to have time to write my diary. Poor FH has gotten ready four mornings in succession for his trip south to Cape York. Each time there has been too much wind for the crowd to get my own the ice caps. Further- more it has been snowing hard and this makes the days black as ink. The men have whistled Sant's snow gloo - I sleep thru now as my shelter got so full of snow that it was not fit for occupation. Jack and El have both tried sleeping in the gloo but they decided that it did not pay. I can- not enjoy any fresh air now after the crisp outside air. Tonight Hal cut off a chunk of Thanksgiving's tree on the dining room table. Friday January 2 -1914: Another two day have slipped by without a line in the diary. On New Year's Eve we had a lot of fun with some baby fire crackers that Joe had. On Sturgis' day I walked to the glacier and winter Sant's fox traps. We had a big dinner to celebrate. Later there were games.