duty from these vessels, and selling it to young boys of their own age?‘ May I ask our preachers, is it right to have them in their cars on Sundays, drunk and disorderly in church hours, all under prohibition free rum? I don’t want Crapaud flooded with free rum.

I remember an incident:— A man in the old chapel stepped into the back seat all alone, and in came two young ladies in the same seat beside him. He moved down to the far end of the seat. The ladies were dressed in steel hoops, their long dresses dragging on the floor, and when the church service was over the ladies were the first to go out. The man had left his half-beaver hat at the pew ,door. The hat got under the ladies’ hoops and went out with them, unnoticed by anyone, and when the man got up to go out, his hat was gone. He laid all the blame on the girls for taking his hat. It was a cold night and his hat was gone. The girls cleared themselves of taking his hat, when the church sexton got a lighted candle and outside of the door found his hat on the stone step, the sides of it all smashed in. He put it in shape and went home with a spoiled hat, and after that he never wanted to sit in the same seat in church again with steel-hooped ladies. We all want hoops in Crapaud made of wood, iron or steel, to put on our barrels and tubs to make them water— tight, but we don’t want hooped women. We have no use for them.

Crapaud notes on ladies’ styles seventy years ago showed our ladies wore a lot of false hair on the back of their heads called “water falls." I don’t know much about that style. The next style was long black veils. When dressed for church, their faces were covered, and, they wore long dresses, a yard long, dragging on the floor behind them, and just one big tail and many a time I have tramped on their tails coming out of church, when the ladies would give me a slap and say, “keep off my dress.” The next style was the steel hoops for ladies. The hoops were sewn in a cotton skirt, twelve in number, and commenced at the waist and got larger all the way down to the sole of the foot. They measured about four- feet across at the bottom, through the centre, and when getting into a doorway, they would put their hands down and give their steel hoops a squeeze to get in.

The ladies loved their hoops for two good reasons: They kept their bodies cool in the hot days in summer, and were nice and warm in winter. The young ladies of fashion at the present time go to church in Crapaud today with very short dresses. I would not like to tell what they look like in church. It’s vanity of vanity, —— all is vanity in Crapaud today. I do like to see a lady well dressed. in church on Sundays, whatever else- they do at home, but if the fashions please the preachers and the boys, it pleases me.

OUR DOCTORS

I remember our first old doctors. Doctor, Conroy, of Charlottetown, was our first doctor. He was full of Irish wit and fun. He used to come up to set our broken bones and come up to see the women when they wanted him. He would tell them some very funny things and they liked him.

The next doctor was Dr. Hilcoat, a young man out from England, newly married and a good, kind, gentleman. He bought Mr. Pollard’s farm and built a new house. on the farm. He had a black student learning him the art of doctoring, so he could go to India. He was the first black man I ever saw. They used to come to our place very often and my father did a lot of work for him. He had two young boys about my own age. I‘ think Dr. Hilcoat stayed on the farm about four years, and then his wife» died. My father dug her grave and placed it in a brick vault, and now

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