By Land and By Air 
     
    
   
   
    
     him for a block, my father said, “Would this not be like me 
     
     carrying a pig to market?" and John said, ”You red devil” 
     
     and was very happy to meet him again, and they often 
     
     walked the beat together. 
     
    

    
     My father kept the farmers in Little Sands 
     
     enthralled, as he told the stories of the West and North 
     
     around our kitchen. Often, several came at night to listen 
     
     to the tales of the North and, no doubt, they enjoyed the 
     
     heat of the kitchen fire, when they thought of the frozen 
     
     North. I recall his story of travelling in the North, he and 
     
     another man with a dog team, and they ran out of food. 
     
     For three days they, and the dogs, had no food. They saw 
     
     a small animal on the road and threw him on the sleigh 
     
     but were afraid of eating him. On the fourth day they were 
     
     thinking of killing one of the dogs for food, when they 
     
     sighted a moose across the distance. Although his partner 
     
     was a good marksman, he had only one shell in the box 
     
     when he brought down the animal who was about a mile 
     
     away. When they crossed the divide, my father decided 
     
     to skin the moose and his partner was to start a fire, but 
     
     he said he was so hungry, he ate strips of the raw meat 
     
     before it could be cooked. He threw the small animal to the 
     
     dogs, but they refused to eat it, and what they were unable 
     
     to take of the moose, they hung on a tree, so that some 
     
     hungry moocher could get some fresh meat. They were 50 
     
     miles to the nearest place. 
     
    

    
     My father knew a MacDonald from Nova Scotia, 
     
     who got a girl for his weight in gold. 
     
    

    
     He met Robert Service - his story of Sam McGee 
     
     was that this friend of Service took him for a drive in a 
     
     canoe and almost drowned him. He got even with his 
     
     friend by writing Sam McGee. The friend died many years 
     
     later in Ontario and never was in Tennessee. 
     
    

    
     He told about the time two men got into a fight in 
     
    
   
   
    
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