Mrs. Hilcoat sleeps inside of St. John's church. The doctor's heart was broken and he sold his farm to the Rogersons and went back with his boys to England . On their way back, one of the boys fell overboard into the sea and the doctor, in trying to save his boy, lost his own life in the water. The boys got home to England safely. The next doctor we had was Dr. Tremaine . He was all the time moving around, sometimes in Tryon and in Crapaud . He lived at John Coughlan 's for a while. I knew his family, a boy and a girl. The boy went away and the daughter got married in Crapaud , and now she sleeps in the churchyard at Kelly's Cross. When the doctor wanted a home in his old days, he built a house at Corner and lived there until the house was burned down. He then moved away and his barn still stands at the corner. Then came Dr. Robertson , a single man, but like all the rest of the doctors, very fond of the girls. He very soon got married and when his wife died, he again married. He, too, is buried in Crapaud . Crapaud church notes says: We had two churches, one English and one Methodist. The English church had two pulpits at the east end, one in the back corner and one in the front corner, — one for the lessons and one for the sermon. I knew all the parsons that were in Crapaud and heard them all preach, fifteen in number. I knew the Methodist chapel. It had a two-storey pulpit, I think about twelve feet high. It had a nice wing, stairs up to the top pulpit for preaching on Sunday. It stood on four nice round carved posts painted white. The lower pulpit inside the post was used for revival and week night meetings, and the good people all knelt down on the bare floor facing the outside door. A BEAR STORY IN CRAPAUD — SEVENTY YEARS AGO At that time, we had two kinds of bears, the wild wood bear and the tame rum bear. The rum bear is very hard to kill. Well, we had a temperance lecturer going around lecturing for the Sons of Temperance on the Maine Liquor Law in the State of Maine, and the men that opposed it were now shouting and taking all the praise to themselves for having a dry liquor law. They were like the man and his wife living near the woods in a little dog house with one door and a chimney in it. One fine sunny day, the door was wide open and Mr. Bear walked in at dinner time. He smelled the meat they had for dinner. The man was taking a smoke when he saw the bear, "Oh!, Betty, the bear," he shouted, and got into a little closet beside the chimney, and shut the door and left the woman with the bear. She grabbed the red hot poker out of the fire corner and faced the bear with his jaws wide open, and rammed the hot poker down the bear's throat, and laid him out dead. The wife said to her man, "Jack, I have killed the bear." Out of the closet he came and saw the bear dead with a hot poker sticking out of his mouth. He clapped his hands with joy, "Oh, Betty, we have killed the bear. We have rammed the red hot poker down his throat, and now he is dead, and we laid him out. Oh, good, Betty, we have killed the bear." Now the ladies are trying to kill the rum bear. One day they gathered together a few of the best good-looking ladies in town, well- dressed in their best silks, and put on their best smiles, and went before the Premier on his throne and begged and pleaded for prohibition in Char- lottetown. They said our boys are becoming drunkards and may go down in a drunkard's grave. The Premier was very manly to them, and wanted --4 30 }8--