Twenty one below last night. The wind still blows and the air is full of frost so it seems as cold as ever. We could hear the ice running last night and it was making quite a noise, one would think it was coming right on top of the ship by the sound. The boys had the Graphaphone forward last night, and played all the peices [sic] through. The Mate and his men took some more of the fish out of the water today to feed the dogs, they mix it with the whale meat.