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pioneer life, we lived to enjoy better times and the Lord saw fit for us to be taken care of in our declining years.

W. V. UDALL 1890

Harry Whiteside, Hugh Dusenbury and I arrived in Manitoba from the Isle of Man on March 31, 1890.

Arriving in Boissevain on April 2nd we were greeted by the customary banter and tricks played upon "green Englishmen." Amongst OUr tormentors were Gerald Sankey, Bert Paile, Jack Carter, Jim N elin and bartender Harry Barnes.

At that time Boissevain was comprised of about fifteen resi­ dences north of the C.P.R. track and about twenty-five south. Business places on Main Street included the following: mill, operated by Preston and McKay; cobbler shop, J. Shepherd; photographer, John Nicholson; furniture and undertaking, W. Lam­ bert; general store, E. Nichol and Son; hardware, Joe Birbeck; druggist, J. A. Wright; Ryan House, Caleb Ryan; general store and dress making, Morrison Bros.; Commercial Bank, Fred Young, manager; Queen's Hotel, Knettle Bros.; livery barn, Noah Browns­ berger; butcher shop, W. Haight; blacksmith, R. A. Musgrove; tailor, A. Bucham; barber, R. Ritchie; jeweller, J. F. Gromalti; post office, A. McKnight; general store, J. D. Baine; restaurant, Q. W. Woodrow; fancy goods, Donald Sutherland; baker, J. Spiers; harness shop, W. Cooper; general store, A. G. McEwan; boarding house, Mrs. Mutry; two lumber yards, E. Nichol and Son and C. W. Plummer; implement dealers, Bob Orr, John Hettle; machine shop, Arthur Aitkens; lawyers, N. P. Buckingham, John Morrow, and the doctor, Dr. Cuttin, an ironical name for a medical man.

The spring break-up came early and we started out in Robert Cassidy's sleigh to the various farms to which we were assigned. The water west of town was very deep, the creek having every semblance to a river. We started to cross where the bridge was supposed to be, though we weren't sure whether it was still there. Whiteside, taking our suitcases, climbed on top of a chopper box we were taking home, while the rest of us stood up on top of the sleigh seat. Part way over Whiteside left us, floating out of the sleigh and downstream in the chopper-box. We followed along the side of the creek till he landed, none the worse except for getting his feet and pants wet.

The next day I arrived at W. J. McKinney's, and here I had my first experience with oxen. Mr. McKinney decided to take two loads of wood to town so started me off early with the ox team, his son Fred going along to show me the way and Mr. McKinney coming later with a team of horses. After about a mile and a half the oxen