Andersons this morning in a perfect fog of compressed air and snow. It came into our faces, the snow blew into our eyes and faces and froze & we were forced to walk backwards when the trail was solid enough to bear us up. As our cavalcade approached Ft Hamlin we could not have stood up but by holding to the handes of our sleds. We held on blindly and our teams guided us in to the A.C. store at 1 oclock - Here we found Downing, the mail Contractor and a carrier: we had a warm lunch and Ed and I started out for the "Nunivak" leaving Mr. Camden to come on tomorrow when Downing returns up the river. As we came out the Yukon Water Gap, where the Yukon leaves the wide flats
