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upright. At one time sand, paper, and bits of turf made a curtain which shut off the view beyond 40 feet. The sky became overcast, although there was no precipitation, and from a comfortable atmosphere the temperature changed the place into a cold, cold, frigid zone. We stuck to the stove in the barracks. One by one [[underline]] we moved from the tents [[/underline]] and instead of quitting in two or three days as it might have done, our storm remained with us with little variation, except a softening of the blast, for the better of two weeks. We existed and that's about all. The quarantine was not lifted, and if it was lifted it would have been nothing to us; with its' usual long-drawn-out postponment our government officials failed to pay us until the 19th of the month (November's pay!) and we were all stony, cold [[strikethrough]] bb [[/strikethrough]] broke.

On the first good day - about the 18th - we began to get about against