| WE are having lovely weather 
	just now. I am getting my land worked down as fast as I can, and my garden 
	produce stored for the winter. We shall not have to go without potatoes this 
	winter, I hope, unless they get frozen in the cellar. I drove in to-day with my 
	wife and boy to get some winter clothing, for it is decidedly cold, and 
	heavy frost at night, although such bright sunshine in the daytime. I hope 
	that it will not freeze up yet, for my stubble is not all ploughed. I tried 
	to finish it the other day, but my plough went wrong, so I cannot do any 
	more till I get it fixed up—that, I trust, I shall be able to do as soon as 
	I get back home. Some knowledge of machinery 
	and the ability to set right oneself, whatever goes wrong, is another 
	precious talent to possess out on the prairie. Luckily I am very handy at 
	anything of the sort, and can doctor most implements when they require it. I shall, if all goes well, 
	put 45 acres into wheat next year; so if it succeeds it will be my first 
	paying crop, and will help me along to meet any liabilities I may then have; 
	but I shall have to have hired help, I could not handle all the work alone. I am sorry to say my rig is 
	almost played out, a consequence of the rough trails we have to drive 
	constantly over. I shall have to look about and find another, as we cannot 
	do without it; it is the only means that my wife has of going any distance, 
	when I am not able to drive her, and there are often little things wanted 
	that she can drive the Indian pony to get, and so save my time for other 
	work. We have a new post office 
	opened only 6 miles away, along a very fair trail; the other post office was 
	10 miles off, so this is a great improvement, and a general store and a 
	butcher's shop will also probably be opened there as well. The place forming 20 miles 
	north of us called Asquith is destined to become a small town—and next year 
	they hope there will be grain elevators as on the new C.P.R. branch line—and 
	in a few years will become our shipping town, unless we get one even nearer 
	on the Grand Trunk line, which is within the range of possibilities. The survey for the Grand 
	Trunk line is registered, and the line, as I said before, is begun. There 
	was a talk of its coming much nearer than i8 miles to us, but it was all 
	talk I am afraid. The Canadian Northern is the one we really look to, for 
	there is some hope of its coming within 6 miles; that would, indeed, be 
	grand.  |