Tuesday, Nov 18, 1873- It snowed furiously all last night and a North East gale blew the snow into drifts. I went out for a walk in the afternoon and had to wade through drifts up to my middle. Gertrude and I had a walk last evening around beyond the cemetary and I spent today making a little sketch of a bit I got which while we were out, but with indifferent success. There were grand effects today after the storm abated, squalls sifting along the mountains which were very fine in color. The purity and depth of the winter color particularly under these clearing up effects strikes me afresh.