We changed from the car to the sleigh and once again were on our way, with the poor horse plunging through banks of snow. (Incidentally, older residents of the village told us that the winter of 1940 had a greater snowfall than any in the previous forty years.) Finally we came to Hunter River . "Sorry, the train to Charlottetown left about twenty minutes ago", the station-agent in¬ formed us. Back came the dark visions, even black ones this time! Seeing our dejection the agent added cheerfully "There will be another train at 2:30". It seemed an eternity before we reached our haven where we were so warmly welcomed that all our little heartaches were forgotten and we only wanted to thank God for His continued love and protection. It was January 2, 1941. Several Sisters including our Mother Provincial came out to Stella Maris to assist in the arrangement and cleaning of the house. What scrubbing and cleaning of second-hand furniture there was that day! As the Sisters prepared for rest that night they had to dispense with lamps as the window blinds had not yet been set up. Around midnight we were awaken¬ ed by a thumping noise. One of the Sisters became very nervous and called to her companion: "Did you hear that?" "Yes", came the sleepy answer from one of the pioneers who had become quite used to unusual noises, "but its nothing, go to sleep". Yet to sleep the frightened Sister could not or would not go. Tiptoeing into Mother's room she whispered: "Mother, did you hear a noise?" "Yes, I thought I heard a thump across the hallway", came a quiet response. Then in sleepy and disgusted tones a Sister called out: "Oh, go back to your room, I just fell out of bed, that's all!" The dear soul happened to be sleeping on a cot much too narrow to take a "turn-over" from a strong and sturdy nun. 64