Friday, June 10, 1887 Sara went to N. Y. by the Powell this morning to return Saturday, to get her teeth attended to. I am no better, my left side very weak. Poor old Park has lain down never to arise I think. He is in a most pitiable condition and I cant put him out of his misery. It makes me sad to see him lying there with a cloud of murderous flies torturing him. I have been out twice in my feeble condition to put carbolic acid on him but the sight of him tortures me. I had a letter from Julia Dillon yesterday and wrote her today. Also wrote Ortgies selecting Feb. 25 for my sale. About 4 o'clk this afternoon Jamie Andrews got a pistol from Henry Strunke and shot poor old Park who lay under the apple trees near the well. He said he died instantly and made no struggle. He and Tom buried him in the hollow below Girards house. We had consulted Dr Smith about chloroforming him but he said it would be very difficult and would likely fail. So goes another old friend and it makes me sad to think of the faithful and intelligent friend of nine years that I shall see no more. My father when I told that Park was nearly gone and that we thought of giving him chloroform was greatly affected. I was sorry I said any thing but Mary and I comforted him.