-20- the clothing of everyone in the near vicinity was ice-encrusted, and the mus ta ches and whiskers of the adults were adorned with &oicles. So it went, day in and day out, throughout the "mudding" season. And always there was that northwesterly blast lancing down from the Strathgartney hills! “Life patterns and living styles have undergone tremendous changes, Even the climate appears to have moderated appreciably. Winters are definitely milder; the countryside no longer lies snowbound for months. If a mud- digger is still to be found, it is probably part of an antique exhibit. And, if some rural dwellers still make the January pilgrimage to the wood lot, they go equipped with tools that eliminate much of the old-time drudgery. Occasionally, one hears a member of the older generation express a nostalgia for the old days, and for the many desirable features that unfortunately have been lost. But it is extremely unlikely that, given the opportunity of a return to those days, ey of that generation would avail themselves of it. HME As a supplement to the family income, and to provide some activity during the dull season, many farmers on both sides of the West River spent- the months of January and February "at the smelts." Looking up and down the ice-bound waterway from the bridge, one could count a score of the poles that’ marked the location of the smelt nets along the course of the "channel" ~-jaeep central main.) stream of the river. Names of some who took part included Thomas Kickham, his son, Larry, Jimmy Ma cFadyen, John Cameron, and Johnny McQuillan. ‘-- all from New Haven. Like mud digging, smelt fishing was a cold and uncomfortable job; unlike mud digging, it required only about three hours daily -- at times approximating high tide. Of course, this involved braving the elements at all hours of the day and night -- often in a blinding snowstorm and in near-zero temperatures -- but those hardships were taken in stride, as was