Stewart MacDonald, M.D.

used to get at the library in Murray River.

When Hughie died, I was a doctor in Charlottetown and was asked to be pall bearer. The day of his funeral there was a terrible snow storm, but in those days doc- tors did not stay at home for a storm. During the funeral service I kept wondering What I should do, as I was the only pall bearer at the service, but it ended up that his remains were kept until spring.

Hughie was a man who always took part in commu— nity affairs. He had a telephone in his home at a time when few people in the country had one, and he was one of the men who saw to keeping up the local lines.

It is doubtful whether Hughie ever had an enemy. Coming from school, we went into Hughie’s gate and made a straight line for home. He never complained about us tramping through his fields. In winter the road went through his field and near to our house. I remem- ber one stormy day a group of men were helping Dr. Bre- haut going to a delivery in Wood Islands and they kept trying to get the horse free from a snowdrift. I recall the doctor stayed in the sleigh and never got off. I thought how lazy he was, but little did I realize until years after that perhaps it was his only way to get some sleep.

Hughie was one of the few fox farmers in Little Sands. He had quite a large ranch in the grove of trees near his house. From our home we could hear the foxes fighting and howling. At least one got out of the pen. We had a little yellow dog which, with the help of the neighbours, caught the fox. We also caught another fox that was a

stray from somewhere.

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