August 24, 1918, Saturday. Cow Head. Our hopes that the mild weather of last evening would continue at least until noon of today began to shatter by midnight and by 3 a.m. another pale rain with come again. All expectations of going ahead is gone for this day and there are those who think we are bound here for 3 tot days. Lets see what will happen. Evidently September has much stronger winds than like July in August. We will always remember Cow Head as the windy place and when a pile of logs was on our camping ground we ready to build wind huts. On both occasion we or used those logs to keep our tent from flying away and from snapping itself to pieces.