The dogs are very gay and happy in the comparative warmth.  I have been going to and fro on the home beach and about the rocky knolls in its environment—­in spite of the wind it was very warm.  I dug myself a hole in a drift in the shelter of a large boulder and lay down in it, and covered my legs with loose snow.  It was so warm that I could have slept very comfortably.

I have been amused and pleased lately in observing the manners and customs of the persons in charge of our stores; quite a number of secret caches exist in which articles of value are hidden from public knowledge so that they may escape use until a real necessity arises.  The policy of every storekeeper is to have something up his sleeve for a rainy day.  For instance, Evans (P.O.), after thoroughly examining the purpose of some individual who is pleading for a piece of canvas, will admit that he may have a small piece somewhere which could be used for it, when, as a matter of fact, he possesses quite a number of rolls of that material.

Tools, metal material, leather, straps and dozens of items are administered with the same spirit of jealous guardianship by Day, Lashly, Oates and Meares, while our main storekeeper Bowers even affects to bemoan imaginary shortages.  Such parsimony is the best guarantee that we are prepared to face any serious call.

Wednesday, July 12.—­All night and to-day wild gusts of wind shaking the hut; long, ragged, twisted wind-cloud in the middle heights.  A watery moon shining through a filmy cirrostratus—­the outlook wonderfully desolate with its ghostly illumination and patchy clouds of flying snow drift.  It would be hardly possible for a tearing, raging wind to make itself more visible.  At Wind Vane Hill the anemometer has registered 68 miles between 9 and 10 A.M.—­a record.  The gusts at the hut frequently exceed 70 m.p.h.—­luckily the temperature is up to 5 deg., so that there is no hardship for the workers outside.

Thursday, July 13.—­The wind continued to blow throughout the night, with squalls of even greater violence than before; a new record was created by a gust of 77 m.p.h. shown by the anemometer.

The snow is so hard blown that only the fiercest gusts raise the drifting particles—­it is interesting to note the balance of nature whereby one evil is eliminated by the excess of another.

For an hour after lunch yesterday the gale showed signs of moderation and the ponies had a short walk over the floe.  Out for exercise at this time I was obliged to lean against the wind, my light overall clothes flapping wildly and almost dragged from me; later when the wind rose again it was quite an effort to stagger back to the hut against it.

This morning the gale still rages, but the sky is much clearer; the only definite clouds are those which hang to the southward of Erebus summit, but the moon, though bright, still exhibits a watery appearance, showing that there is still a thin stratus above us.