finally searched inside and wrote for my veil and found it. My bow cord this weat later, parental and maternal! 6 P.M. The wind has just reached here. Can hardly see my men building their snow- houses only a few yards away. Would like to remain in this ig-loo for the night now that I am comfortably settled but cannot desert my own party. 7 P.M. All in and at home again, Wow! what a storm. And help the poor dogs - 120 of them cuddled up with the wind and drift a fairly buzzing over their backs! No one knows and could not realize if told, unless an arctic man, how comfortable a snow house can be. Life in a tent on a night like this would be a cold Hell! which might just as well