28 May, 1911

There was quite a bit of excitement last night when the grey pony I led last year and salvaged from the floe fell down in its stall. Their heads are tied by rope to the stall, so it got itself twisted up awfully. Luckily we all roused, and the ropes were cut. He's quite well today and has been out for his usual exercise.

Went out on ski this afternoon around the bay and back across. It didn't feel nearly as cold as the temperature would make it seem. This must be dependent upon wind and humidity. I spoke to Simpson about this, but we cannot measure humidity or precipitation or evaporation due to our particular circumstances in the cold.

Sometimes it's a bit lonely in my den.