Sunday, July 11, 2010
7 July, 1911
The temperature fell to -49 last night, our record so far, and likely to remain so, one would think.
The dogs' coats are getting pretty thick, and they seem to take matters pretty comfortably. The ponies are better I think, but I shall be glad when we are sure of having rid them of their pest.
Atkinson is suffering a good deal from his hand: the frostbite was deeper than I thought; fortunately he can now feel all his fingers, though it was 24 hours before sensation returned to one of them.
I hope I never get frozen like that.