Nov 26 Fri.—Chilly, 50 below. Stay by cabin and bake bread, also wish we were home...
Nov. 27 Sat.? below, ditto 26th.
Nov. 28 Sun.—We are not suffering...from the sun's rays.
Nov. 29 Mon.—Harry and I quite homesick, everything goes wrong, stove gets mean, spill sourdough, break axe handle and capsize grease lamp. "Wish we were home", still this is a Good Country. Burnham calls, reports no mail and Dawson quiet. H and J. play crib.