240 THE PIONEERS OF OLD ONTARIO
"On the same journey I carried an axe on my shoulder, and a man named Train, following behind, laid his lower lip open when he stumbled against it. Without a word of complaint, he split a leaf from a plug of tobacco, drew the cut together, and came on as if nothing had happened.
"Yes, the rust played havoc with all of us in the early days of wheat-growing. Had it not been for the introduction of Egyptian wheat,