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can get out quickly. Started stove at noon & it flared up yellow w leaked fuel. I held our pot over it until it burned out - soot lined pot - We opened front to let out fumes & Toni tried to see - snow obscures view of most tents - she thought Bill's might have fallen. Had a fair lunch - she feels better today after 4 pairs of Lomotil. I brought in the mixed nut can which was within reach of door. & they were crisp & delicious - deviled ham & Ritz. water (cold) chocolate bar (piece). Bathroom thing in bag made me feel much better.

P.M. in sleeping bag until the rattling & vibrating scared me into putting on boots & wind pants. Transfering credit cards & lapis to zipped pocket, and being ready to be dumped into the wild outdoors. Will it stand? 

Will we stay? Snow covers Seymour Island. [The rumbling & shaking of earth itself is unbelievable - like railroad train rolling by all the time. Gusts & sudden bursts superimposed.]

Can we see outcrop, take samples, send them to ship? I bet neither Bill nor Woodburn would leave island when storm ends, but I would.

About 4:00 PM a noise outside and Bill came in to see how we're doing. Relaxed as ever he told us he had checked our tent and it seemed all right. Zodiacs washed up into our inlet and safe! Ship ran for cover to ride out storm in Antarctic Sound. He

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is afraid Betzel, aboard, may worry himself into evacuating us. It's a great blow. I think he is proud that I never saw the like in Allan Hills. He says suddenly it will be all still. The snow has blown away & uncovered the outcrop. All is AOK with Bill. At noon we started our stove & got high yellow flames which I put out under our one pan. Sooting it up beautifully (as I said before). Bill offered to help w. stove and restarted ours. He took off cylinder, put in flame jelly & pumped it down - Tall yellow flames didn't phase Bill in the least. Eventually it burned down & gave out good blue burn. He left & we feel so much better! Once we can stop worrying about tent, all is AOK with us too. We will have ridden out a classic Antarctic gale -- something to remember vividly.

I remember what it is I like least about tent life. It is the clumsiness. All clothing is too big and slippery, it is hard to do the least thing. Nothing stays put. Everything gets lost & has to be found. Things are wet & dirty - Even zipping a sleeping bag is a great effort. Oh well! It is now 5:45 on the second day of gale. I am enjoying it now. Just keep bedded down, says Bill.

For supper tonight we tried beef stew. Boiled water and dumped in some dehydrated stew - ready shortly and really very good. Toni felt it needed salt & pepper - I thought it OK. Afterward she said her first act in the U.S. will be to go to MacDonalds. I began reading "The Way of All Flesh." which I filched from ship's library. I love the picture of old Mr. Pontifex. Wind still tearing at tent, whipping & flapping.