The
Ruffian Squatter P - -, From Clear Lake, Drove From The Barn A Fine
Young Bull We Were Rearing, And For Several Weeks All Trace Of The
Animal Was Lost.
We had almost forgotten the existence of poor
Whiskey, when a neighbor called and told Moodie that his yearling
was at P - -'s, and that he would advise him to get it back as soon
as possible.
Moodie had to take some wheat to Y - -'s mill, and as the squatter
lived only a mile further, he called at his house; and there, sure
enough, he found the lost animal. With the greatest difficulty he
succeeded in regaining his property, but not without many threats of
vengeance from the parties who had stolen it. To these he paid no
regard; but a few days after, six fat hogs, on which we depended for
all our winter store of animal food, were driven into the lake, and
destroyed.
The death of these animals deprived us of three barrels of pork, and
half-starved us through the winter. That winter of '36, how heavily
it wore away! The grown flour, frosted potatoes, and scant quantity
of animal food rendered us all weak, and the children suffered much
from the ague.
One day, just before the snow fell, Moodie had gone to Peterborough
for letters; our servant was sick in bed with the ague, and I was
nursing my little boy, Dunbar, who was shaking with the cold fit of
his miserable fever, when Jacob put his honest, round, rosy face in
at the door.
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