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time. The conductor led a group of Indians through the train to the smoker. I was almost frightened speechless.

We had a very short stop-over in Winnipeg, which I remember as being a mere cluster of buildings. The train we caught from Winnipeg which took us to Boissevain was a new line the previous year.

My first glimpse of Boissevain was rather discouraging as I saw only a few houses. I remember a man was shooting ducks off a slough where the park is now located.

My brother was to meet us at the station but he was unable to do so. Fortunately one of his neighbours, Mr. Bob Campbell, was in town. We were able to get a ride to my brother's farm with him. The ride was one which was never to be forgotten.

The journey was made by a team of oxen and wagon. The one wagon was so overloaded it still amazes me that we ever moved at all. The wagon conveyed Mr. Campbell and Mrs. Campbell, son Charlie, daughter Miss Lester, mother and father, my three sisters, my brother and myself over the rugged road. The clouds of mosquitoes and the countless sleighs each made their impression on me. We took the old Brandon Trail to Tom's farm southeast of Minto. During the trip we had to cross the Souris River by the Heaslip Ferry.

During the summer we came to know the following people as our neighbours: Mr. Adam Armstrong, Mr. Fred Wark, Harry and Robert Graham, Mr. Jim Graham and family. I'm sure it was these kind friends that made our life livable. That fall I attended Victoria School which was located east of Jim Graham's.

During one of my first school days in Canada I spotted my first lizard. Thinking it a crocodile I ran like mad to tell the teacher.

Our first home was a small little sod shanty. The walls were of sod, but it had glass windows and a roof which as not entirely water proof. In the fall we move a. to the town of Boissevain. Our house was situated on the present site of the phone office. The mag­ nificent willow which can be seen there today was planted by my father all those years ago.

During the next year the town was practically swept off the map by a fire. A whole block of buildings was destroyed as well as an elevator.

Being only a boy at the time the thing which impressed me then will sound rather foolish now. The morning after the fire an army of bed bugs were seen marching from the burnt ruins to the next victim's house. There seemed to be millions of them climbing up house walls.

In 1888 everyone was terrified when the news came that there was an uprising among the Indians at the west end of Turtle Moun­ tain. I was thrilled at the sight of a trainload of mounted men pass­ ing through town.