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Real Esldto Show Place Sept Last October I had urge to see the old arm again before the urban sprawl engulfs It In brick and concrete The land which Angus had worked since he came back the war In 1919 was now In the grip of speculators To he south a few new houses had already been constructed and a realty billboard proclaimed soon the entire hundred acres would be lost to agriculture forever The old frame house had long since been victim of vandals and fire Only the charred walls had been saved Here thick clumps of brambles clawed possessively at the siding and thrust their green tentacles through the broken windows To left of the derelict barn the driving shed lay in a state of complete collapse Nothing remained to whisper of tingling harness and pawing feet except a few pieces of black and twisted lumber like crooked fingers to the fall sky I told myself that all things must wither and decay Just as the maple leaves change from green to faming glory and thence to so all living must one day return to the Angus had said his last goodbye to me almost twenty years ago but the memory of his rough kind and his dogged determination will remain with me eternally I looked down Ihe overgrown pathway and saw his ghost urging the rheumatic body towards the barn Angus never complained of the pain but from the first time I him he had suffered and fought against il That was a long time ago Can yer drive a team he asked me I must have looked confused A team he yelled impatiently horses dammit horses How could anybody reply to Angus in any other way Sure I lied The only horses had handled had been wooden ones on rockers Angus limped lowards a small field behind house where Ihe dried hay lay in windrows Two Belgian horses stood impatiently in the hot sun tails attempting away the torment of Ihe flies There was a wagon of dubious vintage with a to back end Keep em movln steady he ordered No loo fast gimme time to spread the hay I climbed up onto the seat and Angus made a clicking sound with his mouth Away went the horses and I gingerly held the reins We hadnt gone far before a plaintive cry from the wagon told me that things were not going too well I stole a quick glance rearwards in lime to see furious face Angus protruding out of a pile of hay and the continuously discharging upon his head Ho he screamed The horses came to an abrupt halt I sat petrified and Angus dragged his aching body over hay and thrust a not too clean shaven face into mine You sonnavawilch he screamed You never seen a horse before did yer shook my head all the same you Limeys think can do everything git down off there I should have told Ihe in the first place that I was green to farming It was a long time before he said another word to me Then one day he passed me on the driveway full sugar ho said or words to that feet used to call the farm Hungry Hundred if gave grudgingly Generally it was a thin layer of sandy loam on gravel bul in some places It was completely eroded It should never have been carved out of the bush but nobody would have dared to tell Angus that Soon the bulldozers will level out the rolling land and world of Angus will remain only In the mind eye of who knew and loved him I walked sadly away Amongst a pile of stones and scrap an old plow which once had shone with abrasion now lay broken and like a monument to a lost cause But we still go on farming dont we People like you and me and Angus As he once said If nolhin worth fightln theres nothin livin I he was dont you ON TARGET EVERY GORDON B MILL STREET EAST ACTON ONTARIO L7J1H1 BUNGALOW PLUS ACRES HOMES 10 ACRES TOWNHOUSE PER MONTH HAVE MANY MORE LISTING OH MORE INFORMAIItlM ON IN THIS TAIL US TODAY