When Olson was here to-night I began from playing the flute to sing. He was delighted and I continued. What a strange performance here in the wilderness, a little boy, an old man, listening as I sing loudly and solemnly to them without accompaniment. Olson brought us a pan of goat’s milk to-day, as he often does. I make junket of it and it is a truly delicious dish, ever so much better than when made of cow’s milk. It resembles a jelly of pure cream.
THE NORTH WIND
It has rained hard most of the day. At times a mist has hung in a band halfway up the mountain’s height across the bay. It is a remarkable sight. To-night is as warm as any night in spring or autumn. It thaws continually and even the ice that once covered the ground beneath the snow is fast disappearing. The year goes out without a steamer having been seen to come with the Christmas mail.
It is close to midnight. I have one secret resolution to make for the new year and, that I may make it as earnestly and as truly as possible, the stars and the black sky shall be my witness. And so with the year nineteen hundred and eighteen I end this page.
CHAPTER IX
NEW YEAR
