«christened by a woman, Mr. Donald Palmer’s daughter, who christened her with a bottle of rum. She smashed the bottle on the vessel’s bow and the

spirits ran all over her deck, and she called her “Millicent,” after herself. I think this vessel and all hands was also lost at sea.

After a While, Mr. Palmer built another vessel, and put his son, Frank on her as Captain. This vessel, with Captain Frank and all hands, was lost at sea. Mr. Palmer built no more vessels.

I remember William Wright built a splendid vessel. I saw her at Sandy Point wharf taking in her first load of potatoes. He was just

newly married when he went away with his vessel and never returned; .all hands, with the vessel, being lost at sea.

Crapaud had mussel ,mud, but no mud diggers. We sent four men, three farmers and one blacksmith, to New London to get a pattern of their mud-diggings. On their way, they called at Scotch house. The woman was a Tenant Leaguer and she took them for sheriffs. She blew and blew her horn and the men heard it, and they got their pitchforks out and chased them away. Our men got a bad fright. The Scotch could always chase an Englishman. We all went into digging mud. We had :gbout thirty—four diggers on the ice at once, all busy on the fine March ~ ays.

Crapaud now went into burning lime. We had five Kilns at Vic-

toria, burning almost every day. It only lasted for a while, as the farmers :got tired of it, and now they have gone in strong for fertilizer.

FEN IAN INVASION

Well I remember the Fenians invading Canada with twenty-five thousand men. They crossed the line to fight Canada. Canada defended herself with volunteers who faced each other in the battlefield. Canada Whipped them. She lost ten men killed in the battle and a few wounded. The Fenians fell back waiting for another twenty-five thousand to cross the line, but they met with disappointment. General Mead was sent down to fetch them back and he scattered them, and now the scrap was ended.

This raid made our Islanders a little frightened and they called out the Volunteers. We had a company in Crapaud, thirty-four men, with 'William Worth as our Captain, and George Simmons as drill sergeant. We drilled one night every week all summer, and I am the only one living today that was in that company.

I remember one sad accident, the worst that ever happened on the ‘Sherren Road. Moving a small house away to another place, on wheels, with seven teams, the man, with his team next to the house, coming out at the gate, tripped while stepping over a little stump, and fell, the wheels running over him, cutting one of his legs off close to his body. They took him home in a cart to his wife, and oh I, What a sad surprise and sorrowful sight to her aching heart! He lived two or three days and died as he lived —- a true Christian. He left a Widow and a large family of little ones. The neighbors turned out and did all the fall ploughing and then she had to hire a man by the year. The family are all dead now, or moved away, and their names are lost, or almost forgotten in Crapaud.

In these old days, we raised a lot of sheep, and we had plenty of wool. Our women spun the yarn and wove it into cloth. Then we had a jolly fulling frolic, and when the web was out, we put a bench across the kitchen, in front of the fireplace. We had our web-ends sewn together and had the web soaked in soapy water, and had about a dozen boys and girls around the bench raising the web up and down around with the sun

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