Sat. Oct. 18 The past week had been one of beau- tiful days and we expected a sunny bright morning, but instead the light broke on a gray cloudy slowly gleaming through a heavy blanket of gray clouds. Transit of all a severe gale was blowing and it was as cold as an arctic winter, I knew it was more less a blight but when the range around, we started set up the rothy rain bed on the wall opposite valley toward the white trail. Sometimes the climb would have been cloud's play in a quiet day but with the wind in our faces it was well more impossible to walk at all. When we finally reached the [illegible] of a spur met a gale from the other tide which literally lifted us off me but blew us back against the rocks. It was like the wind which always sends upward from the sea in the Pali in Honolulu and we could not breathe when our lungs were dry. The cold was terrible but we struggled on for we have been to have our first glitch of the ship, of which we had heard so much. We stood it until 1 B.M. when it was evident to hunt.