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1861 Feb. 6th Wednes. to my esteemed Innuit friends with whom I am Iglooed. But my study is: Innuits - Innuit customs Innuits dispositions etc. etc. This much I must say in connection with this matter: Ebierbing & Tuk-oo-li-too give away their Seal meat - Seal blood & Ook-sook to those of their people who have none without thought of [[underlined]] their own life necessities [[/underlined]] or [[underlined]] mine! [[/underlined]] 29th Night in an Igloo! Thursday, Feb 7th 1861 At midnight, a gale from the N.E. came upon us - increasing as the day advanced to the power of a hurricane! It seemed, the day long, as if the flying elements, wind & snow, would eat away our Igloo & sweep it along with them. As I unsealed the snow door, I saw that the [[underlined]] tuk-su [[/underlined]] & [[underlined]] Wad-ling [[/underlined]] - domed passage way leading to the Igloo - were nearly filled with snow. The latter (wad-ling, the 1st dome - outer one) indeed, was so, that we could not pass in or out. By delving with my mittened hands for about 1/2 hour, I made out to make passage sufficient to draw my body out into the 'wide world'. No sooner out, than the hurricane took me along with it, till gravitation seeing my condition drew me down under [[strikethrough]] on [[/strikethrough]] the lee [[strikethrough]] side [[/strikethrough]] of an abrupt snow bank! The way I got back I hardly know. Tuk-oo-li-too [[end page]] [[start page]] 1861 Thurs. Feb 7th thought from my re-appearance that I had been buried in a very mellow snow drift - I suppose if the truth were known, I regained the position I was in a moment before the wind made me its victim - [[strikethrough]] was [[/strikethrough]] by "the underground Rail Road" - burrowing through a wide snow drift! Never did I see wind play such freaks as to-day. It seemed to dig out solid ice [[strikethrough]] clumps [[/strikethrough]] chinks from the wad-ling & Tuk-su. The wind abating a trifle of its terrible fury, saw in hand I went out, dressed [[underlined]] cap-a-pie [[/underlined]], Innuit way, for the object of stopping up some of the holes the driving wind & snow had cut through the places mentioned. Every step I took - every motion I made was by hard fighting. Unless I kept the saw thin-way to the wind, away it would fly as a feather. If I succeeded in cutting a hard snow block many chances out of one I could hug [[strikethrough]] keep [[/strikethrough]] it tight enough to keep [[Borsas?]] from seizing [[strikethrough]] it [[/strikethrough]] & tearing it away. Many a laugh have I had of the 'Battle' I [[strikethrough]] have [[/strikethrough]] fought to-day. Indeed, I done all [[strikethrough]] I [[/strikethrough]] the work I intended, but at what cost? I am sure [[strikethrough]] if [[/strikethrough]] my deeds of to-day will not be the means of a "Roman Triumph" being awarded [[underlined]] me, [[/underlined]] even though a Roman - & Rome were [[underlined]] now [[/underlined]] in her wanted glory! About 4 o'clock this P.M. Ebierbing & Ugarny returned to the surprise of ever one in our little village! They came in the midst of one if the severest storms I ever experienced. How they got here was even a mystery to themselves! They could not half the time see even the dogs that were drawing them. As it
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