165 August 6-1918. Tuesday, Cow Head - Parson Pond. A misty rain befell last night and promises to do so all the day. We promise to go north, but after considerable groaning on my part it was finally decided that as the light wind is from the east a land we can go to Parsons Pond. We broke camp in the rain and at 10.45- we are on our way to the Pond. At 12.15- we cross the bar and are now inside the Pond. The crew looked around and found the barn of a widower home a large room with a stove in it that are rented at one dollar per day. James is to do the cooking in the kitchen stove. Good, we are out of the wet turmoil and in the dry. This is at the home of Mr. William Blanchard. The latter used to be the employe of the Oil Co and he says more than 20 wells have been drilled on this shores. The best ones are down that not 1300 feet but at least one is down to 3000 feet. He says they encounter much clay, and some sandstone. In all of the wells, they sunk it but in only two can they pump out about one barrel a day: this prospecting has been going on at least for 20 years, and one English Co after another has gone into failure. The shores of Parsons Pond are low and not little of the acres are said to stick out. They are best shown along the north shore. It rained hard all the day and into the night. We stayed indoors, Mr. Henry and Englishman is in charge of the oil orders.