Saturday, July 11, 1885 John, Girard and I went fishing out at the usual place on the Kingston Creek below the Glasco bridge. It was a most exhilarating morning with a wind from the North and the drive out was delightful. We did not catch many fish however on account of the wind I think. We took little Robbie Burns along to look after the horses. We staid until 6 o'clock and got home at 8. Found a letter from Wells offering to do all he can to help me get an additional room. Calvert came up on the Powell.