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| As regular at this season, we await day by day the freeze-up of the immense physique of water that's our entrance yard. With that ice formed, and shortly thick enough for walking, after which for operating dogteams and skidoos, after which - at a mere eight inches - for touchdown and taking off in small airplanes, the winter here will really begin. "Near Gale" said the wind chart tacked to the wall above the weather clipboard, the opposite day. The anemometer learn 19 knots gusting to 27, and because the precise instrument is down at lake degree, I’m giving us a knot to make the gusts 28, and a "near gale." Within the darkness earlier than daybreak, it positive sounded and felt like something near to a gale. Lately, in the morning darkness round an hour before twilight, I’ve taken to bundling up in a floor-size woolen gown with an ample hood - think monk or penitent and you've got the right thought - slipping my naked feet into slippers, and stepping outdoors onto the upper deck that wraps around the cabin. 
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