good neighbors, Joe and his family moved most of his belongings from Cumberland to Fullcrton's Marsh on the ice. Tom said, We moved them over the bay, bag and baggage. A big 'funeral' of neighbors met at Joe'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 head of cattle walked. The men knew the ice and avoided the 'three tides' which was the place where the water from the three rivers met in the harbor. This was an area which was most apt to have thin ice on or near it. They took sightings on landmarks and without incident arrived at the farm in Mermaid by five that evening. Peter, Joe's son, seventeen at the time, remembers it well. We left Cumberland and headed east for the harbor mouth. They went 'ship's course' (headed for the lighthouse at Brighton ). We then swung cast again and under the bridge, staving close to the south shore. I remember that our first visitors from the Mermaid area were Walter Munn , his wife and his daughter Eleanor who arrived the next evening. Horses were very important to the Doylcs from the time they arrived on the Point farm in 1836, until Joe Doyle sold the place to Dick MacKinnon in 1950. Horses were used not only as a means of transportation, but as an engine which powered much of the farm. They were used to thrash grain, bale hay, cut hay and grain, dig potatoes, and to haul seaweed for banking the house in the fall. Both Bill Doyle and brother John had a milk route. They used to milk their cows, bottle the milk, and sell the milk door-to-door in Chariottetown. It was easy travelling in the winter over the ice, the travelling being smoother and the distance shorter. The spring and fall were the tough times, with muddy roads and at least twice the distance with which to contend. My mother recalls a horse her father John purchased with money he borrowed from a neighbor from Bunbury . A few days later she was awakened by a commotion in the kitchen above which she and Margaret slept. Listening at the stovepipe hole in the floor, she heard her father crying. Frank had just returned from the stable where he had found the recently acquired horse dead in its stall. When Joe's family took over the Point farm, much work had to be done to the house. It was not a new house when it was moved there about 1878, and it was now fifty-five years older. The house was raised fourteen inches and a new concrete foundation placed under it, during their first summer of occupation. Tragedy struck Joe's family again that summer of 1934. One hot day Joe's son Edward, a victim of Down's Syndrome, saw the others mixing up some lime juice. In response, when the family went back to work, he mixed himself a 79