Warky, N.W., Greenland. Mon. 10th, 1915. My dear sister, I have been thinking of you nearly all day as I know you have if me. No cake or dinner or gifts makes the day bearable. Real meat, crackers, and water has been my fare and will be for a few days as I cannot get out of here until it becomes colder. About ten days ago I left Etah for Thule to see what the ship had left me in the way of supplies for another year. The sea ice was not frozen around,