By Land and By Air

Kelly, told me to start up the road to Wood Islands and after an hour he passed the office. I caught up to him at Eldon school, not many yards from the office. The snow was so deep and drifting so hard, it took seven hours to get to Wood Islands. The plow often got stuck and would have to back down and make a run to get through a big bank, sometimes knocking down some snow. One time we were stuck behind the plow, and Warren and I got out with the shovels. We could hardly see one another from the drifts. For every shovel full of snow removed, I believe a shovel full of snow filled in. Arthur MacMillan and his son, seeing the flashes of the car lights, took two shovels and came to help us. They got into the back of the jeep and we were able to make the call. The man who opened the door was the patient. I can still see the look on the face of the snowplow driver who was expecting to see a dying man. Needless to say, his wife set the table with an excellent meal. She had fresh sausages (Marakins). I can still remember the delicious taste. They were so good that the son of the plow driver, who was a Catholic, took a second helping which was forbidden on Fridays, to the disgusted look of his father.

I remember another Sunday morning - we started for Cherry Valley with the plow. When I got home it was evening, after dark, to be greeted by a phone call to return to the house next to where I had been. In the evening it started to rain and the drifting stopped and I was able to make the trip in an hour.

Another time the plow could not make it beyond Melville, and Jack Gillis put his horse in the sleigh and we started to Caledonia. On our way back, in a blinding snowstorm, we got lost in a large field. We got into low bushes and the horse was jumping like a rabbit to get over the small trees covered with snow. Suddenly Jack, who

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