By led and By Air

and planting potatoes around the stumps. The land was a great improvement to that on the hilly slopes of Scotland. His son, Ronald, who was two years of age (my great-grandfather) when he arrived in Belle River, lived to the age of 102 years, and had numerous sons and daughters. The boys were called "the fighting Stewarts.” My grandfather, Sandy Ronald, and all his brothers were second named, Ronald, and they scattered over Canada and the United States. He had twin brothers who looked so much alike, even their mother had trouble telling them apart, but one was serious, while the other one was full of fun. When his brother came home from Montana after a two year stay, the other brother was listening to all his stories. When his twin brother went to bed after his long walk from Charlottetown, he went around and visited the neighbours and they all thought he was the one from Montana, and welcomed him home. The next day, when the true Montana brother visited, they did not even shake his hand.

My grandfather was one of the oldest boys in the family and he never was a day in school. His parents never learned to speak English.

MY EARLY YEARS

My earliest memory is being on horseback on a young foal in his first year. My father made a bridle for him, and my father would hold on to one of my legs as I went along for the drive. No doubt I was very happy with the experience. I can still remember one time, we were crossing the road, which meant opening and closing two gates. When my father went to close the gate, I spoke to the foal, who dashed across the road and into the gate on the

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