Tuesday, October 3d. The storm which set in last evening, continued through the night and during the next day; the snow fell thick and fast; the wind blew fearfully, and the air was filled with drift. We could scarcely stir out of the tent or do anything else except cook the necessary food. This service was performed by Godfrey and myself, it being our turn to-day at the galley.

We crawled out in the morning at eight o'clock, amid cries of " Shut the door! Shut the door!" from our half-slumbering comrades, as the snow came whirling in upon their faces; and after digging the cooking apparatus out of a deep snowbank, which was piled up alongside of and against the tent, we faced the storm, and carried the different articles over to the hut, with the view of there obtaining shelter. The hut was found to be almost covered; on the south side the drift was level with the comb of the roof. All access to the doorway was obstructed, and we could gain entrance only by tearing up the canvas on the northwest corner. Through the orifice, thus made, the blubber-keg, lamp, and kettle were lowered.

To our sorrow the hut was half filled with snow, feathery streams of which came pouring in through the cracks around the roof. These fine particles filled the air, and made everything so damp that it was with much difficulty that the fire was kindled. Leaving Godfrey engaged in this delicate operation, I took the kettle, determined to get if possible some water from the lake. The fuel which must otherwise be used for melting snow, might thus be saved for roasting coffee, the want of which was greatly felt by all of us.

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