A. Stewart MacDonald D.F.C., M.D. C..M.

and picked a juniper tree with the right curves, and in a very short time he had a couple of cart shafts in place. I am doubtful if there is a carpenter today who could take a green tree and perform such a task.

After my father finished learning his trade, he and a John McLennan went to Boston where they worked for one dollar and twenty-five cents a day at the carpenter trade. They then decided to go to Vancouver, a new town in the West which was starting to lure young Islanders. There they got two dollars and fifty cents a day, but the Klondike gold rush came along and a group of Islanders planned to go. When my father got to the boat, the others got cold feet. He was quite disgusted but he jumped aboard and went to the gold rush where he received five dollars a day as a carpenter. He also did some mining and had many stories on his stay from 1898 to 1908. When he returned home to Little Sands, he bought a farm and settled down to raise a family.

His life in the North, Yukon and Alaska, had been quite an experience as well as many hardships. He liked to relate many stories and experiences - as I look back, I wish I had jotted down many of them. Some of the hardship was travelling over the wilderness - at one time they were 50 miles from civilization and it fell upon each man when his turn came, to walk 50 miles for the mail. I often think of this when I think of the mailbox at the front door, a long walk from the den. On one of his returning walks with the mail, the path skirted around a cabin in which a man was murdered, and there were ghost stories about the cabin. When he was nearing the end of his walk, about midnight, he heard the howling of a wolf pack which was getting closer as he walked. He started running to the lonely cabin. The wolves were not long arriving and as they circled the cabin, he felt so lonely that he would have welcomed

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