I had the privilege recently of meeting one of his daughters and her husband, Mr. and Mrs. Timothy D. Bohaker of Canton, Mass. , U.S.A. The prospects of prosperity for Montague are greater than ever. It is for its citizens to do their part in making this town a better place to live in. I have tried to touch on the different things that enter into the life of any community; such as the customs of the people and the conditions under which they worked, etc. Montague, like every other place, had its comical characters, and of course, they created many a laugh, while the circumstances in some cases were rather to be deplored. Like the citizen who very often imbibed too freely in John Barleycorn . The in¬ ebriate tangle-footed his way toward his home. He flopped when he got inside his gate, which he had closed. It was a cold night in the fall of the year. A neighbour on his way home noticed the fallen victim, and roused him up, and the first remark he made was: Wasn't it good that I had the presence of mind to shut the gate this cold night! A commercial traveller asked one of our citizens if he had much "real estate". To tell you the truth, Sir, I don't know whether it is real or imaginary, was his reply. This same gentleman's little shop where he worked was built against the background of a high "bank" of rock and clay. He was asked by a stranger, where he worked. Oh, I work in the "bank", Sir. THE DIFFERENCE As already stated, before the branch railway line was built into Montague, the mails were carried between Montague and Cardigan by a mail-carrier. We had a very faithful, and interesting man who with his faithful horse Tom, carried on this service for years. He also pro¬ vided accommodation in his vehicle for two or three passengers. Very often commercial travellers took advantage of this, and enjoyed the trip, because of the ready humor the driver possessed. On one occasion a stranger was riding with Mr. -----; and as they entered the village, the stranger noticed the Christian Church (Church of Christ). What church is that, Sir? The Baptist Church, Sir, replied the driver. Presently, on his right hand he saw another church. What church is that? queried the observing gentleman. The Baptist Church, Sir, replied the genial man who held the reins. What! said the stranger; two Baptist churches in this small place. Why? what is the difference between them? The different, Sir, is one baptizes in fresh water and the other in salt water. (There was a baptistery in the Church of Christ, but the Baptists did not have a baptistery in theirs; not even today is there one in the new church, due to a mistake in the planning of the building). As the writer of this narrative sits in his room, and ponders the past, what a volume of thoughts rush in upon his mind, concerning this town, and the people who lived in it in the year's that are gone. How he wishes that he could set them forth more vividly. However, like the woman recorded in Holy Writ, "He hath done what he could." Like all others of advanced years, he has witnessed many, many changes in every phase of the life of this community; spiritually, morally, and geographically speaking. While we must admit that there have been changes for the betterment of its citizens, we must also admit that many of them have been to the detriment of our people. We do not like to be reminded of our short comings. "Mum is the word." Like the young lady who was walking along the road. An obliging clergyman drove along with his horse and carriage and offered thd lady a ride, which she gladly accepted. When she reached the end of her journey, she was profuse in her thanks. The kind man said, Oh, don't mention it. Oh, no, you bet. "Mum is the word." —41—