Twenty seven below this morning at seven oclock. The wind is blowing yet, and could hear the ice running, outside last night and this morning too, it makes a funny noise. Sounds like a train rushing along and squeaking around a curve. Not much doing today. The Mate made a Door for the snow entrance today and I suppose one of the Eskimo’s will fit it in tomorrow.
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