An old Scotch Couple.
some eratta in what I have written of William
Tew, or incomplete statements. He was bred a
plumber, at the pleasant town of Leamington, but
preferred butchering. It was his brother John
who sparred with �Awful Gardiner� at Hamilton.
21. Wednesday. John Tew called, and the stal-
wart brothers practised with my revolver, William
hitting a scrap of paper pinned up on a barn at a
distance of about twenty yards. Talk; ancle-
bathing; loafing; writing. In the evening with
boy Arthur and his father in the wagon to a place
where there was a dam across the creek, calling
on the old Scotch couple, a Mr. and Mrs. Simpson
who owned it and the adjacent property. The old
woman proved chatty and told me of the country
thirty years ago; when you could see deer from her
door and pike swam down the creek with Indian
spears sticking in their backs. Presently we set our
nets for crawfish, to the music of the rush of
the water over the dam. The night, at first mild
and misty, with indications of rain in the distance
and summer lightning on the horizon, became over-
cast and as we prepared to depart, a few drops
fell. When within three quarters of a mile from
home, the storm burst upon us with drenching energy.
Nevertheless we cooked our crawfish and supped
merrily on them.