One of the all too few
cases in which descendants of those who cleared the forest still, remain
on the old Homestead, is found on lot thirty-one on the third of
Uxbridge. There J. W. Widdifield, M.P.P., represents the fifth
generation on land granted by the Crown in 1806. Even here, however,
possession has not descended along the male line, the first owner of the
place having been Charles Chapman, the great-great-grandfather of Mr.
Widdifield on the maternal side.
Charles Chapman left
Bucks County, Pennsylvania, in the first decade of the last century. He
traversed the comparative wilderness of Western Pennsylvania and New
York, crossed the Niagara River, and, following the Hamilton-Queenston
highway, Dundas Road, and Yonge Street, finally passed over the old
"Uxbridge 'T'rail," to lay the foundation of a new home near the banks
of a stream in the midst of the forest primeval then covering Uxbridge
Mr. Chapman was a member
of one of the many families of Quakers who came from the New England
States to what was then Upper Canada and whose descendants are found in
Whitchurch, Uxbridge, Markham, Pickering, and neighbouring townships
to-day. These families included the Lundys, James, Kesters, Goulds,
Doans, Wilsons, Haines, and Widdifields. The Widdifields came from New
Jersey, but the majority of the others were from Pennsylvania.
Mr. J. W. Widdifield,
descended from the Chapmans on one side and the Widdifields on the
other, holds as the most prized among his collection of relics of the
early days the original deed granted to his great-great-grandfather
Chapman. And a quaint document it is, the wax seal. being almost as
large as a saucer; and the document itself, written on parchment, is as
legible as the day on which it was signed by Alexander Grant, President
and Administrator of the Government of Upper Canada, and Peter Russell.
'1'lle original deed was
for two hundred acres, and in addition to the land, it covered, "all
woods and waters thereon," and "all mines of gold and silver." But there
were two notable reservations. All the white pine then growing on the
place, and all of the same timber that might thereafter grow thereon,
was reserved for King George III. and his descendants. The other
reservation provided that in case the land was disposed of by sale,
will, or otherwise, the new owner must within twelve months thereafter
take the required "oath or affirmation of allegiance, etc.," otherwise
the grant was to be null and void and the property was to be vested in
the Crown as if never granted.
The first of these
reservations at least has a peculiar interest for Mr. T. B. Frankisli,
of Toronto, an uncle of the Mr. Widdifield of to-day, and owner of half
the original two hundred acres, because he is one of the few men in
Ontario who has done real forestry work on his owns farm. Air. Frankish
has planted some thousands of pine trees on his holding. Many of these
young pines are Scotch and therefore exempt from claim by the Crown. But
many are of the white variety and thus come within time reservation
noted. Air. Frankish has, therefore, performed a very special service
for the King as well as his country by his planting activities.
There is, apparently, no
record in the deed of any monetary payment to the Crown for the land
allotted, but the deed did require the erection thereon of "a good and
sufficient, dwelling" and residence for the space of at least one year.
There is on the
Widdifield homestead another memorial, of the early days. This is part
of the old "Uxbridge Trail "that once wound across lots from where the
town of Uxbridge now stands to Yonge Street—the weary road that early
settlers followed with ox-teams on their way to and from market in
Toronto. This trail to-day- forms part of a lane leading from the
Widdifield residence to a pond that, up to a few years ago, furnished a
reservoir of power for one of the pioneer saw-mills of the district.
There is an interesting
story connected with this old mill. "At one time," said Mr. Widdifield,
"there were thirteen cottages surrounding the mill site and the
occupants of these cottages worked in three eight-hour shifts in the
mill, that ran day and night for six days in the week. Most of the
cottagers owned their homes, but as the mill business fell off the
cottagers disappeared and the property reverted back into the hands of
To-day, not a cottage is
left on the site. Some collapsed and disappeared; others were removed
elsewhere to serve for other purposes; and of the mill itself all that
remains is part of the roof lying prone on the land, and part of the dam
at the mill site. At the other end of the darn there can still be seen
part of the log bridge that formed a crossing-place on the Uxbridge
The pond itself is still
twenty feet deep in places, but the creek flowing from it is little more
than a reminder of what it once was. ''During my father's lifetime,"
said Mr. Widdifield, "the creek dwindled to one-third the volume it had
when my father first knew it." The stream and pond are on the Frankish
side of the two hundred acres and Mr. Frankish has turned these into a
Among the other memorials
of the early days in Mr. Widdifield's possession is the minute and
account book of the first school in the neighbourhood." The school
building was erected just across the way from the Widdifield home. This
school was built in the fall of 1853, and the box stove used in it cost
four pounds Halifax currency. Three elbows cost. fifteen shillings and
three-pence; and fifteen length of pipe, ten-pence each. One hundred and
twenty cut nails were bought at one pound and five shillings. The first
teacher, Rachel James, holder of a third-class certificate, was engaged
at the magnificent salary of two pounds, twelve shillings and six-pence
per month for six months, the salary to be paid at the expiration of
each month. But the high cost of living soon began to make itself felt
even in those days; and Maria Bently, the second teacher, was paid two
pounds and fifteen shillings for the first three months, three pounds
for the next three months, and three pounds and five shillings for the
last six months. In 1854 Sarah Jayne Blanding was taken on at nineteen
pounds and ten shillings for half a year.
At the beginning, the
funds for the payment of the salaries of the teachers were raised by
public grant, by general assessment on the section, and by fees paid by
each pupil. In the first year of the school's history, the largest sum
in fees was paid by Mr. Sherman—seven shillings and six-pence; and the
lowest by Mr. Simerson —two shillings and six-pence. In the second year
of the school's history, James Allcock moved that the fee per pupil be
one shilling and three-pence for the year, Albert Bently moving an
amendment that it be one shilling and threepence per quarter. A.
compromise was affected on motion of Simon Allcock making the fee two
shillings and six-pence per year.
On November 25th, 1854,
it was proposed to split the section and hold school in each half for
six months "to give children in more remote parts of the section a
chance." Another motion considered was to exempt from fees children who
lived over two and a half miles from the school.
As the settlement
progressed, more liberal ideas in regard to education began to make way;
and, in 1885, Albert Bentley moved that fees be abolished and the school
made free. This motion was lost, but a like motion by Mr. Bentley a year
later was carried, and education has been free ever since.
But if that old mill and
the still older Uxbridge trail could only speak, what stories they could
tell of the majestic pines in which the night winds sang their
lullabies, of the musical hum of the saws making lumber for the
settlers' dwellings, and of the heavy climbs by weary oxen over steep
hills on the winding road leading to Yonge Street and Muddy York beyond.
SELECTING LANDS IN PEEL
Here is another case of a
farm being in possession of the same family continuously since the early
days of Ontario, and in the male line at that, the present owner being
the Honourable Manning Doherty, Minister of Agriculture for the
A peculiar circumstance,
shoving how much there is in luck after all, was connected with the
choice of location made by Bernard Doherty, the great-grandfather of the
minister of to-day. When the first of the family arrived at Muddy York
in 1812, he was offered a "farm" on the land now bounded by Queen, Yonge,
University Avenue, and College Street, in the City of Toronto. But this
location, now in the very heart of a city of over half a million people,
was scornfully rejected as being too low and wet to be suitable for
agricultural purposes. Instead of accepting this property Mr. Doherty
went out to the vicinity of what is now Dixie, in the County of Peel,
where five hundred acres were taken up. Three hundred of the total are
owned and operated by the great-grandson of the original owner. For nine
years over the even century the title deeds of that property have
continuously carried the Doherty name.
Although the first of the
Dohertys arrived in Canada in 1812, permanent location was not made
until three years later. The necessity of returning to Ireland to wind
up affairs there caused the delay. When Bernard Doherty reached Quebec
in 1815, he learned of the Battle of Waterloo and of the final collapse
of the power of Napoleon—an incident that provides a graphic mental
picture of the time that has elapsed since the Doherty homestead at
Dixie was established.
An interesting light was
thrown on the conditions that existed a little over a century ago in the
metropolitan district of which Toronto is now the centre by one
statement made by Mr. Manning Doherty, in February, 1916, when
discussing early days.
"After the first crop of
wheat had been harvested on the place," Mr. Doherty said, "my
great-grandfather took a couple of bags on horseback to be ground at the
old mill on the Humber. There was no paved highway to Toronto in those
days, and the journey was made over a blazed trail through the original
forest. For many years after that all the grain crops were cut with a
sickle, and when in the time of my grandfather the first cradle was
introduced, it was thought that the last word had been pronounced in
In the same field in
which this cradle was used, the Doherty of to-day plowed with a tractor
in the fall of 1917, while overhead airmen were circling about in
training for that great conflict in which the empires of the
Hohenzollerns and Hapsburgs were to be finally forced into oblivion with
the empire of Napoleon.
"The first house on the
place," Mr. Doherty went on, as he continued the story of the early
clays, "was of logs and was still standing when the rebellion of 1837
occurred. There was a huge hearthstone in front of the open fire-place,
and this was taken up and a hole dug beneath in which all the money in
the house, put into a covered pail, was buried until the trouble was
over. Nor was this precaution without. reason. When William Lyon
Mackenzie was fleeing from Toronto to the border after the collapse of
his forces, my grandfather drove him from Willeock's Farm at Dixie on
Dundas Street, as far west as the Sixteen Mile Creek. Had this been
generally known at the time it might have had serious consequences for
my grandfather. A new house was built in 1844, the wads being of stone
and twenty-four inches through. A few years ago, when some improvements
were being made, an old sill was removed. The timber was thirteen inches
square, of white pine, without a blemish; and, although it had been in
place for three-quarters of a century, the wood was still as sound as
when cut from the surrounding forest.."
Of corresponding interest
is the story of the Morrisons, who came from the county of Longford in
Ireland to what was then the wilderness of the township of Peel in the
county of Wellington. Three months with no stops by the way was the
experience of Robert Morrison, father of J. J. Morrison, the moving
spirit of the U.F.O. movement to-day.
The weary pilgrimage of
the first Morrison began, in 1845, with a tramp from the ancestral home
in Longford to Dublin, this being followed by a tempestuous voyage in a
small sailing craft to Liverpool. Between Liverpool and Quebec six weeks
were spent, and then the real hardships of the journey began. From
Montreal to Kingston by way of what is now Ottawa, the only means of
travel available at that time were open boats, drawn by horses walking
on the bank when the rapids were reached; boats in which people sat
huddled in discomfort during the day, and that were aliuost. unbearable
when sleep and rest were sought with the coming of night.
Nor did relief come even
when the long water journey ended at Hamilton. Rather was it merely a
change from one form of hardship to another. From Hamilton to Guelph,
passage was taken by stage which followed the circuitous route through
0-alt and Preston, over roads on which the jolting of the rude vehicle
jarred and rocked muscles cramped and stiffened by the narrow quarters
of the old Durham boats on the St. Lawrence. The pilgrimage ended, as it
began, on foot. From Guelph, then a mere hamlet, it was a case of
tramping over mud or corduroy roads, and finally a mere trail, to the
location selected on lot eighteen, concession thirteen of Peel.
"We of the present," said
Mr. J. J. Morrison in telling the story, "can form but the faintest
conception of all that was involved of physical suffering and mental
anguish in the coming to this country of those who arrived here from the
British Isles in the 'thirties, 'forties' and 'fifties of the last
century. All the associations of home and childhood were forever left
behind. The conditions endured in crowded and unsanitary sailing
vessels, and the perils faced, were such as those who travel by the
palatial ocean liners of to-day cannot possibly visualize. The
experiences after arrival were even more trying than those borne during
the weary journey across the sea and by inland waterways. The neighbours
in the new land, where there were any, were all strange; skill in the
use of the tools required in building homes, clearing the forest, and
cultivating the newly cleared fields had to be gained slowly and
painfully by experience. Stalwart of frame, firm of purpose, and
possessed of patience inexhaustible, these pioneers must have been,
otherwise they would either have fallen by the wayside during the
migration or have perished amid the loneliness of the forest after their
THREE RACES BLENDING IN
Of all the counties over
which I passed awheel in the last year of the old century, I do not
recall one which presented a more interesting field of study, where the
virtues of hospitality and good neighbourhood were more manifest, or
where there was better evidence of a quiet, but genuinely religious
sentiment pervading the community, than Haldimand.
The county was
interesting as a demonstration of the work that is going on more or less
all over Canada in the building of a new nation out of varied elements.
Nowhere else, in rural Ontario at least, have people of so many
different races been thrown together within so narrow a circle. In
Rainham, for example, the northern half of the township was at the time
of my visit practically solidly German, while English and Pennsylvania
Dutch divided the remainder of the township fairly evenly between them,
with a slight scattering all over of "Canadians" and Irish. The
neighbouring township of Walpole was fairly solidly English, but in all
parts of the county the three chief elements named were more or less
mixed. At the beginning, the different races were divided in language
and in sentiment. The Pennsylvania immigrants of the first generation
spoke Dutch, those from Germany conversed in German, and those from the
British Isles in English. To the first, "Home" or "the Old Country"
meant Pennsylvania; to the second, the words spelled Germany; to the
third, they carried memories of the hedgerows and ivy-clad towers of
rural England. But a change had come as far back as twenty years ago.
Even in that part of Rainham then known as "Little Germany," English was
becoming the language of the people. "Although," said Nicholas Reicheld,
one of the first settlers in the section, "English is taught only half a
day at school, it is in English that the children converse when going to
and from school." All over the county, while among the older people
German or Dutch could still be beard at that time, English was
practically the universal tongue among those of the third generation;
and a common tongue was creating a common Canadian citizenship.
Mr. Reicheld was born in
Lorraine in 1833, thirty-seven years before that province was lost to
France as a result of the war of 1870. Although a German, as his name
indicates, and also Protestant, Mr. Reicheld preferred French to German
rule. "True, French was the official language," he said, "but in the
home we spoke in whatever tongue we liked and there was less of police
rule and less of irksome taxation under France t hau there was
afterwards under Germany. After the province passed under German control
in 1870, there was a considerable German migration therefrom, some of
these emigrants going to the township of 1:Iay, in Ontario.
The German emigration to
Lincoln, Welland, Haldimand and Waterloo began in the 'thirties of the
past century, about the same time that the emigration from the British
Isles assumed considerable volume. At the commencement this German
emigration was purely the result of chance. One or two came and found
this a goodly land, and others followed. F. L. Beck, and his brother,
for instance, came over because of what they had heard from friends in
Lincoln. The first of the Schneiders, on returning to Germany after
having been in Haldimand, told the young men lie met that in the three
years they expected to spend in the German army, they could earn the
price of a farm in Canada. Schneider narrowly escaped a German jail for
saying this, but as a result of his statement Nicholas Schneider and
half a hundred others from the old home came to Canada in the 'thirties.
The collapse of the democratic uprising in Europe, which occurred in
1848, gave a still further impetus to the movement. These emigrants from
the Continent, like those from the British Isles, came here hoping to
find a land in which they might escape the grinding burdens due to old
wars, and the danger of new wars, and where each might hope to enjoy in
peace the fruit of his own toil.
"At frequent intervals
during the year," Mr. -Beck stated, "a constable went through our
village ringing the bell to remind the people that a tax of some kind
was about due." The burden of taxation and the general social and
political conditions under the non-democratic governments of the time,
were among the impelling motives that drove people across the seas.
Those from the Continent
came under a greater handicap than immigrants from the British Isles.
Everything was strange for them, even the language of the new country.
"When we landed at New York, sixty-five days out from Bremen, we hardly
knew a word of English," F. L. Beck told me, and without a trace of
foreign accent in the telling. "But I started in to learn as soon as I
cane. I asked the name of this article and that in English until I
learned to speak it myself. I learned to read English from the New
The first steady job Mr.
Beck obtained after arrival was when he hired out on a farm at sixty
dollars a year. In one winter, shortly after coming, he and his brother
took contracts to thresh grain with a flail, their rate of pay being
every ninth bushel when they boarded themselves and every tenth when
they were supplied with board. Eventually Mr. Beck settled down on lot
fourteen on the sixth of South Cayuga.
"There were plenty of
wild animals there then," said Mr. Beck. "Once, when my brother-in-law,
Schneider, was hunting his cattle he was attacked by wolves. He fired at
one and as the charge was of light shot, this simply made the brutes
more angry. Using his gun as a club, he retreated towards the clearing;
but the animals were not beaten off until friends came to Schneider's
assistance. I have no doubt that if one of the wolves had got hold of
his clothes lie would have been dragged down and killed."
Mr. Beck told of an amusing incident connected with Mackenzie's
candidature for Haldimand in 1815, after his return to Canada.
"Mackenzie stopped at our place once during the campaign and held a
meeting in the schoolhouse on the corner of our lot," said Mr. Beck.
"There was no disturbance; but at the conclusion of the address a number
of questions were asked, for all of which the speaker had ready answers.
Asked by a Conservative if he had not run away after the affair at
Montgomery's Tavern, Mackenzie said: "I did, and if you had seen me on
the back of the black mare you would have said I was making mighty good
The American Civil War
and the old Reciprocity Treaty combined brought great prosperity to the
farmers of Haldimand. Wages were low and farm products were high.
"Labour was cheap," said Mr. Beck, "because the country was full of
bounty jumpers and of `skedaddlers' who had run away to escape the draft
for the Northern armies. There was no trouble in getting one of these
for ten dollars per month. Some ingenious methods were devised in
getting these runaways across the border. One woman brought her husband
over in a box, which, according to the shipping bill, contained a
"The country was full of
American buyers. I have seen these men bring over two or three shot bags
filled with coin. In going back the bags were empty, but in exchange
there were from fifty to four hundred sheep in a drove. Twenty dollar
American gold pieces were common, and cows that had been selling around
eighteen dollars jumped to forty dollars, a big price for that time."
Nicholas Schneider, who
came over about the same time as the first of the Becks, in speaking of
the voyage across the Atlantic said; "The passengers, of whom there were
two hundred on board, had to provide their own food for use on the
voyage. Our party made such full provision that we had two bags of
biscuits left when we reached New York, and we had cured German beef and
pork, as well as butter, after we reached Rainham. The butter had been
cooked and put in sealers before leaving and it kept in perfect
condition all the way across.
"In one respect those who
settled in I3aldimand in the 'thirties were fortunate. Being near the
front and near water communication the timber on their lands had at
least some value. "The land cost four dollars an acre," said Mr.
Schneider, "and the timber we sold paid for a good deal of this. The old
people never became expert with the site, but the young men were as
skilful as the best after a month in the woods. In our first winter
here, four of us, from sixteen to twenty-two years of age, chopped
sixteen acres. In the following summer we logged and burned eleven acres
and sowed it in fall wheat."
One of the greatest
hardships borne by the first German settlers was in maintaining their
religious services. In all sections of the province such difficulties
were met with, but in the case of the little German communities they
were felt with especial severity, because, to the scattered nature of
settlement was added the language problem. Nowhere was more unselfish
service shown in meeting a difficult situation.
"Our first Evangelical
minister was Mr. Ice; and his field extended all the way from Buffalo to
Cayuga and from Cayuga to Delhi forty miles further on," said Mr. Beck.
"Still, services were held once a fortnight, with twenty to thirty
people present. For the quarterly meetings people came long distances on
horseback, and these services lasted through Saturday and Sunday. One of
the most powerful and convincing preachers we ever had was Mr.
Schneider. He kept up his work for many years, frequently travelling
forty miles to keep appointments, and for all this he never received a
dollar save during three years when he gave his whole time to the
"But," said Mr.
Schneider, very simply, when I saw him later, "there were little flocks
here and there without a shepherd and I thought it my duty to serve
In the Evangelical
cemetery at Fry's Corners, on the Dunnville - Port Dover Road, one may
see evidence of the fact that, as eyes were closing in death, thoughts
turned to the place where the light of day was first seen and the
mother's love song was first heard. In this Haldimand God's Acre, where
lie the Kohlers, Becks, Seliwanzers, and Schmidts, was seen one of the
most remarkable instances of marital constancy I have met with anywhere.
On one tombstone was recorded the fact that the wife of Peter Zimmerman
had died October 9th, 1879. Above this was lettered the name of Peter
himself with a blank on which to record the date of his death—a blank
that was still unfilled twenty-one years later. Another evidence of the
strength of the family tie among the German folk of Haldimand is seen in
the practice, commonly followed, of setting a plate and chair at the
family table for the father or the mother who has passed away.
TREED BY WOLVES BUT
Time and again, when
collecting the material for these sketches, I was amazed by statements
showing how great a transformation had occurred in the life of two
generations, and even of one generation. I cannot, however, recall an
instance in which I was more impressed in this way than when in the
vicinity of Stratford in 1918. In the morning of a June day I called on
the Honourable Nelson Monteith, within four miles of the city, and he
told me that his father had been treed by wolves on the road over which
I had passed amid farms on which there were hardly enough trees to
shelter a squirrel. I was still more surprised, later on in that same
day, when I met one who remembered when Stratford itself was scarcely a
wayside village. This was George McCallum, of North Easthope.
"When I first came here,"
Mr. McCallum said, "Stratford consisted of a dozen houses, two taverns
and a flour-mill. Almost the entire country surrounding the future city
was covered with bush; and real bush it was. On our own place there were
maples four feet in diameter and rock elm, seven feet. The cutting down
of these trees and burning of logs and bush did not by any means end the
labour of clearing the ground. The great stumps, in many cases forty of
them to the acre, still remained. I have seen three successive grain
crops produced among such stumps without the aid of a plow, the seed
being covered with hoes in the hands of children. In the beginning,
wheat, produced under such circumstances, had to be hauled all the way
to Galt to be ground. This was before a grist-mill had been built in
Stratford. I have seen wheat sold in New Hamburg at sixty cents per
bushel, and a third of that in trade. Frosted or rusted wheat could be
disposed of only to distilleries. There were two of these on the third
concession at that time, and their output sold at twenty cents a gallon.
"Although timber was so
abundant, the work of preparing it for building purposes was exceedingly
onerous. We had to haul logs fourteen miles to Wilmot's Centre to be
sawn. There were at that time three saw mills on Cedar Creek within a
quarter of a mile of each other; but all trace of these, save part of
one of the dams, has since disappeared.
"These old-time saw-mills
were very crude affairs, `up-and-down' saws being used. The logs were
not cut right through to the end in sawing, a foot or so being left
uncut for the `dog' to hold on by. When the work of sawing a log was
finished the `dog' was loosened and the uncut section at the end was
finished by splitting with an axe. This split end of the boards was
called the `stub-shot,' and was thrown in free of charge by the
mill-owner. All the rough edging, suitable for roofing, one could pile
on a sleigh could be had for a dollar. The choice lumber was choice. I
have seen boards sixteen feet long and three feet wide without a
cross-roads village in the neighbourhood of the saw-mills was called `Shingleton,'
so named because shingles were made there. The shingles were split by
hand from huge pine blocks, this work being done in winter by men who
worked as carpenters in summer.
"Almost everything was
home-made. Wool clipped from sheep on the farm, was carded at New
Hamburg, Baden, or Haysville; and German weavers, to be found in every
neighbourhood, wove it into cloth. Woolen shirts, the only kind known at
that time, were likewise homemade. Clothing of this kind could hardly be
worn out. Leather, in those days, was real leather. Hand-made top boots,
costing two dollars and a half to three dollars per pair, would outlast
two or three pairs of to-day, and the tugs of our first set of harness
are still in use."
The first boom for
settlers in South Perth came with the Crimean War, when wheat went up to
two dollars and a half per bushel and dressed pork to eight dollars per
hundredweight. But this "prosperity," like that experienced during the
late war, was fictitious and was soon followed by a period of
"The first genuine
prosperity came, with the inauguration of modern dairying," said
Mr. McCallum. "The
township of Elma was, in the early days, ill-adapted to grain growing,
and at one time the mortgages on the township are said to have exceeded
of all the property
therein. To-day Elma is one of the most prosperous townships in Ontario,
dairying leaving wrought the change."
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