of the larger animals, that to make the carcass of any value it would
have to be slaughtered at once. Mrs. Trueman went to the house, got the
butcher-knife, and bled the cow to death.

Nervous force, like any other force in man or woman, has its limit, and
if used too fast it will not be there when wanted in old age. Mrs.
Trueman did not live to be very old, and her last years were full of
suffering. Overtaxed nature had given way, and the penalty had to be
paid.

The family never separated, but all moved into the house on the Scurr
farm, and began in earnest to face the battle of life in the New World.

Halifax was at that time the market for butter and beef, so after the
wants of the settlers and the commissariat at Fort Cumberland had been
supplied, such produce as could be sent by schooners to Halifax was
forwarded in that way, and the cattle, for beef, were driven overland--
a long and tedious journey.

Mills for sawing lumber or making flour were scarce. The stones are yet
to be seen in Sackville with which grain was ground by hand-power.

The Truemans soon began to experiment in mill building. Their first
venture was a mill driven by horse-power. A windmill followed, and was
located on the high ground at the corner where the Point de Bute road
turns at right angles, leading to Jolicure. This must have been an
ideal spot for such a structure. There is no record of how long this
mill stood, but it could not have been long.

There was a good stream on the farm for a water-mill, but it was not