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stead 27-12-6 S.W. at that time. He is credited with having been a very successful farmer, and the large frame house that he built in 1887 is still standing. He married Margaret Barr, also from Brussels, in 1878, and from this union there were six children: Annie, Cather­ ine, William, Milford, Irene, and A. Percival; the latter now living in Oakland, California. Mr. Young passed away in 1900 and was followed by his wife in 1937.

GEO. MARKLAND YOEMANS: Came west in 1873 and settled west of Portage where he established a home that became known as 'Y oeman Ridge'.

A. D. YUILL: A pioneer farmer of 1871.

JOSEP:-i W. YUILL: Started farming the S.E. quarter of 3-13-7 in 1888. Among his many activities was the one of Director in the Portage Mutual Fire Insurance Company.

(The foregoing families might not have been mentioned in this book had I, Anne M. Collier, the opportunity previously to peruse the list of taxpayers in the City Hall records. Having just done that, and counting 815 names for the year 1883 alone, with the numbers increasing through the 1800s, I realize the impossibility (due to space and time) of continuing with family research. Apologies are extended to all families whose names have been omitted.)


If you've walked along a sandy lane, In bare and tingling feet,

While meadowlarks were singing And toads hopped in retreat;

If you've savored summer's softness In sunshine, flowers and rain,

And looking through a window Seen golden fields of grain;

If you've welcomed fluffy snowflakes As a time to be a thome,

To rest and read by lamplight

And dream of days to come;

If you've heard a sleigh-bell's tinkling, Which meant a friend was near,

And stoked the stove and raised the light For a welcome that would cheer;

If you've helped a struggling neighbor,