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I am inclined to think so as he seemed as frisky as ever and without a scratch.

In all this bewilderment I had forgotten about man's best friend, my golden-haired spaniel. Where was she? Why hadn't I grabbed her when I dashed for the cellar? I started to call her. Finally, she came limping painfully on three legs, but at the time I didn't realize how badly she was hurt. .

While I was worrying about my dog, my dad and uncle were getting ready to walk to their families. This meant a seven mile walk as now we only had one horse as the other one was yet too dizzy to stand up and besides we had no wagon as it was gone and, of course, the harnesses were gone also, so now there was only one thing to do, start walking. But what about the little dog? She tried to come along with us but she didn't go far until she preferred to turn back and that was the last time I saw her.

Bright and early the next morning we were anxious to get back to see how things were. My mind, of course, was mostly on my little dog. (Was she badly hurt? Did she go back and try to find some place to sleep for the night?). She had missed her supper as we didn't quite finish ours before it all happened and of course hers would have come next.

Well, it wouldn't take us long to get back there as we had other horses at home to hook up. When we got there we found a large number of people there ahead of us, some from as far off as Erickson, six miles to the south. A lot of people had seen the cyclone the night before and the news quickly spread about the destruction it had caused, and the rumours were that we were gone as well.

Some of the first ones there that morning had found my little dog in great pain. She had a broken hip bone and was in bad shape, so they found it best to relieve her of her pains. It was a great disappointment to me, but I realized that my dad had had a greater loss as everything was gone--even the crops were ruined.

You perhaps wonder how wide a swath the cyclone cut as it went along. Trees were uprooted and everything was picked up in its wake about a quarter of a mile wide. The buildings were ground up into kindling wood and with the high velocity of the twister as it spun around, the rubbish was hurled out another couple of hundred yards each way and that of course, ruined most of the crops on the outside of the twister as well, as the field were full of rubbish, uprooted trees, broken machinery, etc.

To give the readers an idea of how powerful a twister of that size can be, I wish to mention a big round rock that was laying at the edge of the field not far from where the implements were lined up. This big rock was estimated by the spectators that day to weigh from five to six hundred pounds. It was picked up by the Twister and tossed about one hundred yards out into the field. The crowbar that my dad had passed up on his way in for supper that evening was later found a quarter of a mile out in the field.

In the case of argument the man with the most in­ telligence is always wrong because he should have used his intelligence to avoid the argument in the first place.

ITS NATURAL HISTORY

by D, Weedon

The settlement of the Clanwilliam Municipality stems much from the natural resource serveys of Henry Hind and J.B. Tyrrell in the 1870's. Both men were com­ missioned by the federal government to scout the Riding Mountain region. Both men noted the attractiveness of this prairie mountain covered with dense mixed wood forests, fresh streams, abundant ponds, and wetlands, and the numerous meadows. They also noted the rough terrain, stony soils, and stagnant wetlands combined with the high danger of frost, which led them to report the Riding Mountains as only marginal farmland. Timber was noted as the most prominent resource.

Clan william municipality lay on the southeastern edge of that mountain and used to look much like the rest of the mountain top.

White spruce and Jackpine dominated the landscape, with poplar and birch sharing the space. Black spruce and tamarack grew in wetlands where no other tree could, otherwise sedge grasses and willow or dwarf birch dominated these sites.

The soil these forests grow on originated as glacial till deposited on top of the mountain's bedrock during the Ice Age. Although the glacier brought rocks and boulders, it also brought the loamy clay soils. These soils supported the dense, healthy shrub growth typical of the Riding Mountain, and still evident in undisturbed woodlots within the RM or in Riding Mountain National Park. Where soils were drier from sun, wind, or high sand content, grasses and wildflowers grew in abun­ dance. From the first crocuses and marigolds in spring through the flowering of violets and lady slippers, bluebells and roses, lilies and many more, to the golden rod of autumn, the summer season is a succession of colour.

It was the quality of the range, that is the shrub growth and grasses, which supported the vast herds of elk, moose, and deer, as well as a host of rodents like mice and woodchucks. These herbivorous in turn, supported the carnivorous like hawks, owls, coyotes and wolves. The fish in freshwater streams and lakes fed the otters and bald eagles that once lived within the municipality. The area is also home to fur-bearing animals such as beaver and muskrat.

All this combined made this area prime land only for hardy settlers who could cope with the rough rocky terrain, long winters, with deep snows, short summers with cool nights, logging huge timber, and scratching out a living on marginal farmland.

MEMORIES OF ERICKSON IN THE 1930's

by Doug Renton

My memories of Erickson are many and varied. It has always amazed me that every winter we had a brightly lit skating rink when almost no one had electric lights. The support we got from the community for our hockey endeavours was excellent and special mention should go to Neil MacKinnon who worked so hard for us at the

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