Dr. GW Howland has prepared the Return of Death certificate. Undertaker Churchill will need this for transport to Owen Sound

Churchill oversees the loading of the steel casket. The men loading the casket remark to themselves that the weight seems off-proportion.

Canoe Lake Station: Churchill gets ready leave on the morning train.

Owen Sound: Tom Harkness makes a long distance telephone to the Globe in Toronto. Places funeral announcement.

Canoe Lake Station: The casket is air-tight. The lid bows visibly outward due to heat and gas, but no leakage. A good solder job.

Mowat Lodge: Charles Plewman thinks the whole sordid sequence of events is worthy of a Sherlock Holmes story.

1912 Drowned Land #tt1912 @agotoronto

Canoe Lake Station: Rose Thomas is up early this morning. She sees the casket on the station floor, "Is that you Tom?"

Vulgarity, misapprehension and ignorance are old acquaintances

Canoe Lake Forecast: Thursday July 19, 1917 High: 75F Low: 57.9F Rain: 0 inches.

I believe it was my careless generosiy that got me in trouble with Shannon Fraser.

Canoe Lake: Morning cool.

Every man passes his life in search for friendship.

Annie Fraser is awake early and asks Shannon, "Did he really dig up Tom?"

I never married.

1916 Blue Clouds Wooded Hills and Marshes #tt1916

Good fishing to be had at Gill Lake.

I started working at Grip in 1908. That's where I met Jim MacDonald.

Cane Lake StationL Rose Thomas, Station Master's daughter awakes with a start. She hears a cough and sees a shadown on the platform.

Under pallid moonlight beaming, Under stars of midnight gleaming Ride we, ride we, ever home, Haunted children of the foam. W. Campbell

and though this body be destroyed, yet shall I see God;

whom I shall see for myself and mine eyes shall behold,

and not as a stranger.

After all that has happened, nobody bothered to observe Orangemen's Day today.

I had something that nobody else could acquire - the north in my blood.

I was impressed by Jackson's 'Edge of the Maple Wood' at the 1912 OSA Exhibition.

Four days before a body is found. #WhoKilledTomThomson

I do not philosphize nor do I analyze myself.

Shortly, I shall pass out on this verandah.

The wind and lightning are in full show. Shaping up to be a bad evening overall.

In a large gathering I have nothing to say, but in the company of friends I am a different man

3 days until I meet my fate. Follow the journal of my last spring #WhoKilledTomThomson ?1

I had a few sharp words with Martin Blecher. Next time I'll throw his pet groundhog down the outhouse hole.

The War has given every woman that hangdog look. There is no longer joy in the eyes of anyone.

July 1, 1917: City of Toronto switches to Daylight Savings Time. Railway schedules stay the same.

8 days until I meet my fate. Who Killed #TomThomson

Love art whether you accept it or not.

Only 10 days before I meet my fate on July 8, 1917 #TomThomson ?1

That an artist needs to be depressed and drunk to do his best is utter myth

The weather worsens and it's a downpour. The water is streaming into my tent.

I'm not the superstitious type, but I'm in the same camp as Annie. I don't like these spiritual things, especially the Ouija board.

1916 Rocky Shore #tt1916