It became overcast this morning and very warm, the thermometer going up to +35. Soon it began to blow, increasing to gale, the fine drifting snow made our ten minute observation work rather disagreeable, perhaps partly on account of the great contrast between the comfort of our hut and the outside. The Inuits on the approach of the gale had brought in all the new musk-ox robes making a bed about a foot thick. Although our tupik smelled like a cow barn in the presence of so much comfort such a smell was not to be regarded as objectionable.
A good feed tonight of musk-ox heart and tongues!