Sept. 17, 1874 - I got ready to move my household goods from Bayfield to Outer Island on a sailboat, but three gentlemen that were going to put up the fog whistle arrived at Bayfield and employed a tug to bring them out, so we improved the opportunity and came with them. When we got there we found Mr. Crump, the Lampist, had arrived that morning, so I was just in time to learn and improve all I could in running it. From Friday until Tuesday night Mr. Crump worked diligently and completed it in a workman like manner, with pleasure to himself and honor to the craft, if I am any judge. I run it today to see if I could handle the critter. I put on a good light, but my overflow was too great, which I reminded, after a good deal of sweat and anxiety I conquered the kicking creature. The light [lens] is a revolving white light, order #3.
Sept. 18 - It blowed a living gale from N to NW. The sea washed away the dock and ruined the scow that belonged here. This is a very bad coast to land or get on. The government steamer was from Friday to Tuesday landing 80 tons of coal.
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