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     a period of hardships and privations, but the thought of quitting found 
     
    

    
     no response in their minds. They were dedicated to carving out homes for 
     
     themselves and their families in this bleak new environment: there could 
     
    

    
     be no turning back. 
     
    

    
     "This story told me by my han “Anatey Mrs. Alex. MacDonald, who possessed 
     
     an immense store of information concerning pioneer days, throws a strong " 
     
     light on the characters of our forefathers. Close to my grest-grandfather's 
     
     farm was the farm of John MacKaig, an immigrant from the Isle of Skye. 
     
     Among other things, they shared a farm cart, @ Sled, and an ox by the name 
     
     of Buck. Both families were sternly religious -- the MacKaigs of the | 
     
     Presbyterian affiliation, the Devereuxs of the Catholic. Since there was no 
     
     church nearer than Charlottetown, it was necessary that they travel the 
     
     ten-mile road each Sunday to attend services. At five in the morning, Buck 
     
     was hitched to the cart, or the sled, depending on the time of year, and 
     
     with the women seated in the vehicle, the men trudging alongside, they 
     
     struck out for town. The round trip, including two hours spent in church, 
     
     found them returning to their cabins in the late afternoon, but in their 
     
     view the day was well spent. Only-a howling blizzard, it was said, could 
     
     keep them, and most of their neighbors, from their observance of the | 
     
     Sabbath. 
     
    

    
     The close relationship of the lean years between the two families 
     
     continued throughout the days of prosperity. In 19135, the MacKaigs sold 
     
     their old homestead and moved to another location a little distance west 
     
     on the Tryon Road. When the last surviving member of the family passed 
     
     away, some fifteen years ago, the respected old name, like so many others | 
     
     disappeared from the community. 
     
    

    
     A brief mention here of my immediate family: My father, John Devereux, 
     
    
   
   
    
     married Teresa McGuigan of Kelly's Cross. They had five children: Mary,