Sunday, Dec 10, 1882 Bowyer and I walked over to the tunnel on the West Shore road and along the line to the new station in Kingston. It snowed a little last night and I got my feet very wet. Park was delighted to see Bowyer and knew him in a moment and showed the greatest joy last night in seeing him. The wintry landscape is charming and I want to stay here to walk about and make notes. My father is very feeble.