fertilizers. We 
     
     banked our house 
     
     with seaweed or 
     
     kelp in the fall and 
     
     then spread it on 
     
     the fields in the 
     
     Spring. How rich 
     
     that Boughton 
     
     Island soil! All 
     
     those wonderful, 
     
     natural nutrients 
     
     urged everything 
     
     to grow so beautifully. 
     
    

    
     We had a little Post Office on Boughton Island. Dan J. 
     
     MacCormack was our postmaster. He went across the Bay 
     
     twice a week, Tuesdays and Fridays to pick up the mail at 
     
     Yostons. in summer a dory was the usual mode of travel. In 
     
     winter, if the ice was sturdy, it would be bushed to show the 
     
     safest route for horse and sleigh. How happy I was when I was 
     
     big enough to go for the mail. The Post Office was a mile from 
     
     ourhouse 
     
    

    
     A novel part of Boughton Island was the “Little Island”. At 
     
     one time it literally was a little island. I believe that it was in 
     
     my great-grandfather’s time that the farmers got together and 
     
     brushed the area(but it may have been earlier). At any rate, the 
     
     sand and silt built up and the two were joined. A pond formed 
     
     in the area which was permanent, and it made a delightful 
     
     skating rink. We 
     
     looked forward to 
     
     that every winter. 
     
     MacCormacks, 
     
     the King kids 
     
     and my Dad and 
     
     I spent many 
     
     happy evenings 
     
     on that old pond 
     
     (after I learned 
     
     to skate) It was 
     
     fun. 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
     Home afloseph H. Allen on Boughton Island 
     
     Cour/L’sy, Andy Clarey 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
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