Monday, Feb 12, 1883 My father and I took a ride. Went down town and saw the work of the fire. The "Catskill" is an entire loss. Not even the machinery is worth any thing except for old iron. They had put her in complete order and the painters were to have begun to paint her today. We drove up to Eddyville, to Greenkill and crossed over to Lucas' turnpike and came home by Kingston. I came down by the evening train arriving here at 9.