A. Sh’zvm't MacDonald D.F.C., MD. C..M.

enemies. One thing in his favour, was that he was always sober, while often the other combatant was drinking. When my grandfather was an old man, he would laugh at the good times he had in his youth. He was six feet tall and had long arms, wore a long beard and never shaved in his life.

When he was over 80, he was going to the station with a cart load of potatoes, when the horse made a spring and he fell under the wheels. The cart went over him and fractured his ribs. He was in bed with pneumonia, was quite sick and under Dr. Brehaut’s care. His young grandchildren were towing a large Holstein bull, which had broken out of his stanchion, made a race for the barn door, put his horns through it, and was roaring in the yard. My grandfather got out of bed, took the barn door off the bull’s horns, put him back in the stable and went back to bed to recover from his pneumonia.

He certainly had the Presbyterian work ethic, always went to church on Sunday, and was noted for keeping order. When the young fellows would make a noise in church, all he had to do was look around from the front seat of the church, and you could hear a pin drop. He was always liked and highly respected by old and young.

All my grandfather’s family and descendants were buried in the Belfast Cemetery, and one can still see their several stones at the South West corner of the graveyard. He told me that he remembered his father strapping the gear to the truck wagon, to go to the second Belfast riot, and all the children crying to see their fathers going to war.

One of the settlers brought over in 1803, was my great-great-grandfather, Stuart or Stewart. There were a number of Stewarts brought to Belle River where they settled along the road which is still called the Stewart Road. There they started clearing the land

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