would come the delicious cats put on the table to be enjoyed by all. Young girls of the dis trict were asked to wait on the lieve waa held on the farm of enough trict to make up their own team. The Clark, boys, Norquay, Dave Rody and Many other sons of Pioneer families. None of these players broke the world’s record of Babe Ruth or Ty Cobb but they were still the pride and joy of their district. The Morranville District was noted for having good ball players too. We can recall one year at the Morranville district picnic when the “Halton Elk’s team went to play ball. What does stand out in minds is a or Morranville boys. Neverthe less it went something like this. It was the sixteenth day of June The Halton Elks a journey took To met the Morranville team Across the sunny brook. (Val ley River). The game was called and the captain said Now boys our name we want to shield He won the toss and Morron ville took the field. The scorer tipped his hat And sent Frank Norquay to bat Down ‘thro’ the field there ran a ditch And Rccy Brinkman started to pitch, He wound his arm twice round his head And the ball to the pitcher quickly sped, Frank put the crowd alive With a merry drive And sent the ball to the woods The captain said “Frank is there with the goods”. N.B. if anyone has a copy of this poem I would appreci ate getting it. It seems it was fairly lengthy and I have for gotten the rest of it. During the summer when wild fruit was in abundance people would journey for miles in wagon heads to pick berries. A very favorite spot for wasp berries was “The Dry Hills” west of Forbes Powell's where Glen Powell now lives. This was before the land was brok een bitter and sour they were. Someone discovered that add ing a bit of baking soda in the water and draining off this water did away with the bitter taste. Cranberries too, were one of the main items on our lists of fruit. We can remember Math er making preserves, jellies and catsup. Also there would be a big box full picked, clean ed and put away in the water in the creek for winter use. The frost would come and freeze them to be enjoyed later as freshly cooked berries, up through the centre of a nut set of a saucer. This would burn slowly. One couldn't very well . borrow. coal. oil. Often your neighbour was out too. About 1903 the late T.A. Bur rows Lumber Company started a camp in the Duck Mountains. Dad used to freight oats and feed into the camp. I suppose up one day and back the next. Jack Paton was the camp cook. We girls have memories of Dad returning home and in his lunch box would be a large siz ed camp cookie that he hadn't eaten. This often resulted in a fight,who would get the cook ie As time went on, more land was broken up. Farming really came into being. There was the harvest and threshing seasons to look forward to. Some of the men who owned steam thresh ing outfits were Phil Dixson, Reg Moon, Fred Dalgleish and others. The women folks would bake mny outfits. The shrill of the whistle was a signal that the gang would be coming in for meals, Breakfast 4:45 a.m., din ner at 11 o'clock, lunch at 4 p.m. and supper at any time when it was too dark to see to with boards and in each bunk was a straw tick or else loose hay or straw. Usually two men bit of “shut eye”. “Gosh” help the poor fellow, who perhaps would be late in and the gang would be wakened out of a sound deep when he would open the door to enter. (To be continued.)