In the morning Jabez was the first to be stirring.  Giving me two pails he directed me to go to a house I would find a bit down Yonge-street to get water, and, if they had it, some milk.  The house I found and also the well, but how to draw water out of it I knew not.  There was nobody stirring until my awkward attempts to work the bucket brought a man out.  I told him who I was.  ’You are an emigrant and this is the first sweep-well you have tried to work.  Well, now, you have got to learn,’ and he showed me how simple it was.  He was much interested when he heard of our party and of their camping out.  ’Stay a minute till I tell mother.’  Coming back to the door he cried to me to go on with the water and he would fetch milk after a while.  The porridge was ready when he and his wife appeared with the milk.  He called his wife mother, which we thought strange.  She was a smart, tidy woman and was soon deep in advice to our housekeepers about bush ways of doing things and bush cookery.  After they had gone their children, three in number, came shyly round and watched us with open-eyed curiosity.

Jabez was in haste to get us moved to our own location, and to do so had provided two oxsleds.  Taking charge of one and Sloot of the other they dragged the first loads over the bush track, all the men, except the master, following.  On returning for a second load, Jabez reported Brodie and Auld were pleased with the land and that Allan and the children were having a wash in the pond.  How to get grannie through the woods concerned the master.  Jabez solved the difficulty by making a comfortable couch on his sled, on which she rested, with the master on one side, Robbie running alongside of the ox, and myself following.  So slowly and carefully did the ox step that grannie was little discomposed.  On stepping from her rude conveyance, she gazed in wonder on the pond and the forest that encompassed it.  ‘This is our new farm,’ shouted Allan in her ear, ‘A’ this ground and the lakie?’ ‘Yes,’ answered Allan.  ‘An thae trees?’ ‘Yes,’ replied her grandson, ’father is laird of it all.’  She stood for a minute or two as if dazed; and then a light came to her face as if she had suddenly comprehended it all.  She stepped to the master, and laying her hands on his shoulders said, ’You have been a good and true son and weel you deserve to be a laird.’  Seeing a black squirrel jump from tree to tree Robbie darted off with a shout of glee.

Jabez cut a number of poles, and with them and blankets made two roomy tents, which were to give shelter until shanties were built.  Before sites for them could be picked out it was necessary to divide the 400 acre lot.  Brodie and Auld were to get each a hundred acres and they were agreed in choosing the portion of land that lay south of the road and included the pond.  The master, as I found later, would have liked that part for himself, but willingly agreed to their choice.  The next point was to divide