Malcolm Smith

rom the early days. When the teacher got lost fol-

lowing the blazed trails to “teacher’s swamp,” the Smiths were the last to see him. Somehow, they were rather shunned for the next two years until the body was found. I do not know anything about the older genera- tion.

Malcolm lived with his sister, Mary Grace, who took part in all church affairs. At times we would get the water for the school from their house. Two of us used to go there. Usually Alvin MacKenzie came with me when our turn came. It was a good way of getting clear of school work.

Malcolm was not a good farmer. There was no better worker When he was helping a neighbour, and he always stood at the tail of the threshing mill to gather up the straw and lift it to the loft. It was by far the hardest job in threshing. How he and his sister survived before the days of the Old Age Pension is beyond me. Neither of them ever looked underfed. He must have known how to stretch his money.

Malcolm used to like to exaggerate. One day he was telling about a ship that was passing up the Gulf. He said that it was a mile long. For the fun of it, the hearers

whittled it down until he agreed that it was at least 100 feet long.

Tm Smiths lived on the next farm after Angus Blue f

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