Donut day at the bowling club so in spite of not good weather in the morning there was a good turnout. After I had the unpleasant task of taking out one toilet as it was plugged solid. Cleaned it, put in anew wax ring and reinstalled. I think occasional shots of drano or the like may be a good idea.
Slashed out some more of one shrub I'm tring to get rid of. Terrible thorny thing. Loaded it all in the truck which is now heaping and I haven't finished yet.
Now what shall I plant to fill in the blank spots?
Slashed out some more of one shrub I'm tring to get rid of. Terrible thorny thing. Loaded it all in the truck which is now heaping and I haven't finished yet.
Now what shall I plant to fill in the blank spots?
When we came to the hill where the trail led down into the
Boyne valley, we could see a valley toward the north west that led into
it. I had noticed this valley when
coming from Emerson, but had hesitated to about taking it. I explained to Watkins that I thought this
valley would lead out to the plain somewhere near his place and he agreed with
me, so we planned to that he would go and follow this valley out into the
plain, and should he succeed in reaching his place, he would hang a lantern
outdoors and fire off a gun occasionally to guide Bill and me.
Watkins started off at once and as I could not see the team
coming, I went back to find the cause for delay and came on them about a mile
back, coming along a few hundred feet at a time, and then would rest for a few
minutes and then at it again.
The sleigh was plowing up the snow and it was so dry that
the runners cut through it to the ground much of the time and made hard pulling
for the team. I had planned on my way
back as to what I should do in case we should manage to get the team to the
place where Watkins had left me, so I left Bill to urge the team on, and I took
the axe back with me and procured a pole in a nearby bluff for a lever, and
when Bill came we pried up the front bolster, and sleigh box and had the horses
pull out the front bob. We then placed
the bags of bedding on it, and went on across the valley in the direction that
Watkins had taken. Darkness had set in,
but it was a clear night and we could see the tracks made by Watkins where he
would occasionally break through the crusty drifts.
The snow here was drifted into billows and packed hard, but
it made hard travelling for the horses and finally they refused to pull the bob
sleigh, so their harness was removed and the bags of clothing tied to the back
of one horse, and Bill rode the other.
We now speeded up a little, and were getting out into the
plain north of the hills and then we saw a light a couple of miles away, and
heard the report of a gun, so we knew Watkins was safe and found his house.
My moccasin strings had become cut by the crusty snow, and I
could not keep them on my feet, so I walked the last mile or so in my
socks. I had three pairs on and managed
to get to the house without them being frozen.
We had trouble in getting the horses into the sod stable for
it had settled so much since it was built.
Dave Evans had a good warm supper of pork and beans ready
for us as we entered the house and we sat around the cook stove and ate from
tin plates laid on the stove.
Dave Evans and W. Watkins had farms adjoining and batched
together. They had come from England
during the past summer and winter had caught them unprepared for cold weather.
Their house was made with sod walls. It had a peak roof and the pole rafters had
boughs and twigs interwoven on them all ready for the thatch. As we lay in bed we could view the stars
through the holes. It was useless to try
to heat the house, for the heat given off by the stove could not be felt three
feet from it.
The temperature the day we arrived was 48 below and the next
day it was 52 below, so we decided it was too cold to go back and recover our
sleigh.
We were anxious to get home for we felt we were consuming
much of their food supply. It was not so
much a matter of cost of provisions but the cost of getting them from Portage
that counted at that time.
On our second day at Watkins, Dave Evans and I went back
with his ox team and brought our sleigh back, and the following day we reached
home at noon, after having been fifteen days away.
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