Sunday, Oct 16, 1887 A cool, bright day. John McEntee drove up this forenoon and asked me to take a little ride. We drove out to the ford in Flatbush, over the Kingston Creek, tied the horse and walked up the creek. He had his new wagon. I wrote to Janette. I am getting very shaky again and hope all the benefit I derived from my Western trip is not going to defeat. Henry came this morning early, as he could come no other day, and helped Tom put up the hall stove and the upper kitchen stove, but we have not yet started fire in them.