The hut is advancing apace--already the matchboarding is being put on.

The framework is being clothed.

It should be extraordinarily warm and comfortable, for in addition to this double coating of insulation, dry seaweed in quilted sacking, I propose to stack the pony fodder all around it.
I am wondering how we shall stable the ponies in the winter.
The only drawback to the present position is that the ice is getting thin and sludgy in the cracks and on some of the floes.

The ponies drop their feet through, but most of them have evidently been accustomed to something of the sort; they make no fuss about it.

Everything points to the desirability of the haste which we are making--so we go on to-morrow, Sunday.
A whole host of minor ills besides snow blindness have come upon us.