HISTORICAL SKETCH OF THE EAST POINT BAPTIST CHURCH dugout canoes of that time. The water from all that region went out this harbor making it a fairly good one. Now half a mile of land sep¬ arates West River from South Lake with two harbors instead of one. About the details of this voyage I can give no information, but at that time generally made in from six to eight weeks in one of those bluff bowed, high bowspritted ships or brigs. Along the river he would find the small clearings and log houses of his old Perthshire neighbors, the Kennedys, MacDonalds, McLeans, Rob ¬ ertsons, Scotts, Stewarts, McGregors, McVeans and Munns who came out from five to nine years before. This place was then owned by the Munns, of whom there are no descendants of the male line now living, the Bells of New London being the only relatives, through their mother, Christy Munn . It may be remembered that the late Donald Munn was born the day they landed. Apart from the little clearings, the mighty forest in all its primeval grandeur covered the land. There were no carriages then and no roads to use them on for a good many years after their arrival. Alexander Fraser and his young sons stumped out the main road from his own farm east to the Cross Roads . The seashore was the main road, the dugout canoe the means of travel and the means of catching fish. Fish were caught closer to the shore than today. The anchor was a large stone sometimes fitted between three pieces of wood and called a kellick, a word you find in no dictionary. The cable was made of birch splints or shavings, sometimes of horse¬ hair, and Duncan Robertson had a mackerel line he made of horsehair. When the crest of the wave began to turn white with the south wind, was the signal to go ashore, a signal at which our modern motor boats would laugh. Alexander Robertson , the writer's grandfather, was one of the first settlers who came out nine years before Alexander Fraser . He used to carry his bag of wheat to his canoe on the banks of the river, paddle her east some three miles to South Lake , land and carry the same three miles more on a footpath to North Lake to a grist mill owned by John Mor ¬ row, the progenitor of all the Morrows. With our mighty forests of maple, beech and black birch, suitable wood for the dugouts was scarce, and John Stewart (Allister) got a canoe from Three Rivers, dug out of one of the mighty pines that grew there, and whose stumps were visible not many years ago. She was the Cun- 52