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expressed in the words of a song some of the young people com­ posed to the tune of Beulah Land. I wish I could remember it all. It began-

"I've reached the land of corn and beans Of level plains and deep ravines-

The chorus:

"Oh, glorious land, oh beauteous land Where everyone joins heart and hand We are a loyal jolly crew

If you were here you'd say so too. If you were here to join our band In this our glorious prairie land."

There were other verses but it is that chorus that always appealed to me.

In those days while my father was bat ching there were several other bachelors close by. In fun they named their farms. Robert gave his the Irish name of "Donnybrook." Beside him lived the Richardson family who christened their farm "Carlyle." Across the road were the McAlllster boys who called their place "Hard­ scrabble;' while my father's place was known as "Starvation Point" or "The Orphan's Home."

Many were the hardships encountered in marketing their grain.

Brandon was their" nearest railroad.

One incident my father used to tell about was a trip he and Will Armstrong made. They had had more than their usual run of tough luck that day. Realizing they were not going to make the stopping-place that night, they drove into the yard of an abandoned homestead. There they found shelter for their teams. On going into the house they found it empty except for an old stove. They gathered up enough wood to make a good fire to dry their clothes as they had been wet several times that day" They were fairly

" comfortable but hungry, thinking of the good supper they were missing at McCandlish's. Dad noticed a large matchbox on the wall. It had a knot hole in the side of it. On examining it, he found it full of nuts; "the winter provisions of some little animal, probably a squirrel. They were thankful for even that much, and made a supper of nuts. He often laughed about robbing the squirrel's nest.

My father did not like oxen very well but knew they would stand the work better, and thrive on less, than horses would. I do not know just how soon he changed to horses, but he was a great lover of good horses and always tried to have them in good condi­ tion.

The wheat in 1884 was all graded No.1 hard. The price ranged from 43c to 55c a bushel. In 1885 the wheat was all badly frozen and sold for feed, the price running as 10 was 19c a bushel. Many times he sold a load of wheat and brought it all home in provisions. The 1885 crop was the first to be sold in Boissevain. In 1886 the wheat graded all No.1 hard; The price was higher, reaching 68c a bushel.