When we lived on our Orion half section
homestead (10 miles) south of Orion in southern Alberta the spring
run-off arrived and our well water usually gave out early before the
hot summer season. The two mile trip to the Manyberries Creek by
horse and wagon had enough for less than week.
Then my brother Paul, age 12,would
have to hitch up our team of horse and wagon and bring the barrels
of water home throughout the summer until fall began to change to
winter season, bringing winter's snow which filled our double boiler
that sat on our stove.
On this particular July day the last
two barrels were loaded and clanged into each other with a resounding
clash. The team of horses bolted in fear. There was a dike by the
roadway near our one room school and the horses had to race up a half
way high bridge and trail. I tried to hang onto something but when
the horses got stalled trying to climb up the dike I had a few
moments to make a fast decision and jumped out of the wagon into to
the ditch. My brother Paul ran up to get me and brought his two year
old small bleeding sister home for our Mother to patch up. With no
fenced yard we had to watch out for our neighbour's bull, Seafoam,
who tried to race for our trail. Fortunately the lower small bridge
would keep him from reaching us.
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