Cartwright

When I was growing up the minister used to travel about visiting his people wherever they lived. He'd usually hold a service at each place. I remember being to such a service one time. Part way through the service poor old Uncle Tom Davis got up (he was feeble minded with age) and began to tell about the time he killed the polar bear. His old lady jumped up and tried to pull him back to his seat. Poor old feller just waved her off and started cutting his 'baccy and filling his pipe. Everyone, minister and all had to sit back and wait 'til Uncle Tom finished off his tale.

BILL DAVIS
CARTWRIGHT, LABRADOR

THEM DAYS VOL. 2.3