- 2 - clear it away. However, the waves which brought it in, also brought in sand with the result that the distance between the cottages and the water's edge has increased from some seventy-five feet to one hundred and seventy- five in some places. To counteract this, some of the neighbours to the east and west have had to put out groynes. Another relic of the sawmill was an old scow left on the beach at the foot of Paddy's Creek. This creek, we were told, was named by the men in a lumber camp, established around the time of Confederation, just where it crosses the road to the east of the Sim property. They had an Irish cook named Paddy. He used to catch speckled trout for them in the creek so they called it Paddy1 s Creek. As late as the twenties, trout were plentiful in this creek bat now the only catch is smelts. When the ice goes out in the Spring, people come from miles around to fish for them. Many of the birds have gone the way of the trout. In 19 12 the woods, shore and lake were full of them--Canada birds, robins, chickadees, finches, warblers, bluebirds, song sparrows, owls, pileated and other woodpeckers, flickers, thrushes, jays, nuthatches, vireos, evening grosbeaks, cedar waxwings, ospreys, kingfishers,sandpipers, ducks--while the nights were filled with the cries of many loons. Many of these birds have practically disappeared. In the twenties, the best beach lots could be had for two or three dollars a foot as compared with the present day price of around one hundred dollars. During the depression I was offered almost seven hundred feet of shoreline, with three fairly decent cottages, just south of the inlet, for nine hundred and fifty dollar s. Unfortunately, like most people at that time, I did not have the money. However, Mr. Lorne: Skuce purchased them as part of the establishment of a summer school for teachers which he operated there. For many years Jim Algie entertained us on summer evenings after dark with his beautiful cornet solos from a canoe in the middle of the lake. He gladly responded to special requests from listeners on the shore. Jim was quite a prankster. One year when the Orange parade was held in Sundridge he led one of the Lodges with his cornet. As he passed us he gave us a big wink and struck up "The Wearing of the Green" which was scarcely appropriate for an Orange parade. Coming up from Brampton in the early days was quite a journey, by either train or car--no buses then! The train stopped at many a little flag stop, some long forgotten, as for example Carss at the foot of Lake Bernard, and backed down to the wharf at Burk's Falls to connect with the steamer then plying the Magnetawan down to Ahmic Harbour. However, the road journey was worse. There was no pavement in those days and