"Should auld acquaintance be
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne?"
THE houses stood side by
sideI nearly said grew side by side, so much did they seem a part of the
Stone, a story and a-half,
low-pitched roofs, a dormer window in the center, each as like the other
as two peas in a pod. Plum trees growing rank, and leaning for support and
shelter against the sturdy walls; lilacs hugging the bare stones so
closely that the spicy purple and white blooms nod through the open
windows of a May morning, and make, underneath their thick-growing
branches, an ideal retreat for the wary biddy with cherished hopes of
motherhood and an unpleasant recollection of previous hopes frustrated.
Cotton shades at the
windows, as white as the virgin snow, tied with cord of twisted
candle-wicking, tassels of the same material for decorative purposes. Deep
window-seats which are the outgrowth of lavish use of stone and mortar in
In each sitting-room stood
that acme of home comfort in our Canadian by-places, a double stove: the
stoves were twins, separated only by a line fence, not always in a state
of repair. The floors were painted the clear, bright yellow that sheds a
cheerful radiance and makes glad alike the heart of the housewife and the
home-coming gudeman. A new coat each year kept undimmed the brightness.
One year the McGregors purchased paint for both, the next the McAlpinsthus,
with true Highland thrift, saving some pennies by buying in quantity.
The rags for the carpets
were sewed by the girls of the familiesfirst in one house, then in the
other the brothers on both sides pretending to help, but (as this is a
truthful tale) hindering not a little by way of tangled threads, untied
apron strings, etc.
The coloring of the rags
for the stripe, too particular a work to trust to young heads and young
hands, was done by the mothers at the same time in the same kettle.
When, during the yet snowy
months, the momentous question, "Which will we take?" as seed catalogues
(then something very new and not at all the elaborate affairs of to-day)
were eagerly scanned, became the question of the hour. Phemie McGregor
took blue lupins and Jean McAlpin golden pansies; Jean mixed boquet
asters, Phemie best German stock mixed, and each religiously divided with
Douglas McAlpin held the
string taut while Rob McGregor fashioned the wondrous shaped parterres
that later would hold a wealth of blossoms in Phemie's garden, and in turn
Rob held the string for Douglas, the lassies looking on meanwhile and
Elspeth McGregor and
Margaret McAlpin knitted their men's socks, boiled their soap, made their
yeast and gathered herbs as if for one family and by one family.
James McAlpin and Sandy
McGregor leaned over the line fence, filled, smoked, and refilled their
pipes, it mattered not a whit out of which man's tobacco pouch. If Sandy's
shoats got a pound or two the better of Jamie's, Jamie only expressed
admiration thereat, and Sandy would be "fair gone wi' pride" over Jamie's
All this was at the time
when my story commences. Before this the ties had been not less strong.
When Elspeth lay at death's
doorSandy, wild with grief and not daring to leave herJames McAlpin
walked forty-two miles to Brockville, through snow sometimes to his
armpits, for the nearest doctor. His feet were badly frozen, and he had to
stay at Brockville for weeks, the doctor, accompanied by two other men,
going on to Perth immediately.
Once, when in the shanties
up the Madawaska, in a broil with Shiners, a gun aimed by a drunken,
half-crazed habitant straight at James McAlpin's breast, was caught by
Sandy McGregor, who received an ugly wound in his left arm that
permanently crippled it.
They had come from Scotland
together, proud and fond of their shy, bonny brides, each thinking that,
next to his own, his cronie had gotten the pick of the land.
Margaret and Elspeth had
dressed each other's babies, had tended them in croup and measles, had cut
tiny garments from the same patterns; each had taken to market the other's
butter and eggs when they could not go to town togetherand traded them
to equal advantage with their own, and to the entire satisfaction of the
Neither family had ever
known a joy or sorrow that the other did not share.
In the neighborhood, a
"Come over to-night," addressed verbally in the unconventional manner of
the time and place, to one family was understood to include the other.
Of course there were
knowing neighborhood whispers and nods over the intimacy of the families,
all unsuspected by those interested. But no one, not even Auntie Hunt,
could look far enough into the future to, of a certainty, predict, and not
being Highlanders, their probabilities were nowhere near what really did
I have just said their
nearest neighbors were not Highlanders. James and Sandy came in the wake
of the Military Settlement, and got grants on the Ninth Concessionnot on
the "Scotch Line" which, at the time of their arrival, had some good
clearings and several crops had been raised. Their neighborsspeaking in a
sense of those who lived nearestwere of mixed nationality, more of
everything else than Scotch.