ood neighbors, Joe and his family moved most of his belongings from umberland to Fullerton's Marsh on the ice. Tom said,

We moved them over the bay, bag and baggage. A big ‘funeral’ of neighbors met atJoe's place at ten in the morning. All the neighbors brought sleighs. The group consisted of twenty five or thirty horses and sleighs. The only things they didn't take were plows and other implements which were frozen into the ground. The thirty or forty had of mttle walked.

The men knew the ice and avoided the ‘three tides’ which was the placewhere thewaterfiomthethreeriversmetintheharbor. Thiswas anamwhichwas most apt to have thiniceonornearit. 'I‘heytook sightings on landmarks and without incident arrived at the farm in Mermaid by five that evening.

eter, Joe’s son, seventeen at the time, remembers it well.

We left Cumberland and haded east forthe harbor mouth. They went ‘ship’s course' (headed for the lighthouse at Brighton). We then swung east again and under the bridge, staying close to the south shore. I remember that our first visitors from the Mermaid am were Walter Munn, his wife and his daughter Eleanor who arrived the next evening.

Horst: were very important to the Doyle: from the time they arrived on e Point farm in 1836, until Joe Doyle sold the place to Dick MacKinnon in 950. Horses were used not only as a means of transportation, but as an engine ‘ h powered much ofthe farm. They were used to thrash grain, bale hay, hayand grain, dig potatoes, and to haul saweed forbankingthe house in e fall.

Both Bill Doyle and brotherJohn had a milk route. They used to milk their ws, bottle the milk, and sell the milk door-to-door in Charlottetown. It was travelling in the winter over the ice, the travelling being smother and the e shorter. The spring and fall were the tough times, with muddy roads d at last twice the distance with which to contend.

My mother recalls a horse her father John purchased with money he flowed from a neighbor from Bunbury. A few days later she was awakened a commotion in the kitchen above which she and Margaret slept. Listening the stovepipe hole in the floor, she heard her fathercrying Frank had just ed from the stable where he had found the recently acquired horse dead its stall.

When Joe's family took over the Point farm, much work had to be done to e house. It was not a new house when it was moved there about 1878, and was now fifty-five years older. The house was raised fourteen inches and a concrete foundation placed under it, during their first summer of cupation.

Tragedy struckjoe's family again that summer of 1934. One hot dayJoe's n Edward, avictim of Down’s Syndrome, saw the others mixing up some lime 'ce. In response, when the family went back to work, he mixed himself a

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