Every morning they exercised their horses and one of their favorite spOrts was a form of steeple chase. For this sport, two posts were placed in the ground a certain distance apart and a pole connected the two at a certain height from the ground. This pole was so arranged that it would fall to the ground if a horse should happen to touch it. This was done to prevent injury to either horse or rider.

He owned many types of carriages, one of which can be seen near Dalvay today. He owned jaunting carts, double-seated carri- ages and coaches. One of his carriages was called, "Four-in-Hand" or "Brake" which he purchased at the rate of one dollar per pound. It weighed 1600 pounds. Four horses were used to draw this

carriage.

The small reed carriage was called "Basket Phaeton". This carriage had a door in the back and two seats facing each other along the sides from front to back. I shall never forget this small carriage. My brother and I used to watch the road every Sunday morning hoping to see Mr. MacDonald's little reed wagon and pony drive by to church. Our day was spoiled indeed if we missed seeing it or if they paSSed in any other carriage.

Today it would not be of much importance to young children where there is so much to be seen in every day life but in our childhood, life was simple and there was not even a car to be seen on our roads and the little reed carriage and pony were to us "one ofkthe greatest wonders of our day".

When the Duke of Connaught visited our Province, Mr. Horgan drove him around for four days using Mr. MacDonald's coach.

It cost $10,000 a year to operate Dalvay even in those days.

Mr. MacDonald was a fine Christian gentleman and much loved by his employees. He treated them more as friends than as an employer and their welfare and comfort were of great concern to him at all times. He practiced Christianity in his daily life and in his dealings with his fellow men and helped make life happier for others.

In Cincinnati, he owned two greenhouses and a horse-drawn "flower wagon". Every Saturday he filled his wagon with beautiful cut flowers from his green-houses, and took them to a nearby hospital distributing them among the poor.

He used to attend regularly the old historic St. James Presbyterian Church at West Covehead. It is situated in a quiet secluded spot almost surrounded by maple trees at the junction of two roads. It is the oldest established Presbyterian church in the Province. He loved this old church with its Gothic win- dows and simple loveliness. Today the memorial tablets on its

walls tell the story of its age and its pioneer clergymen.

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