The San Antonio Light

A WAIL FROM CANADA.

Many of the Western farmers who sold their high-priced lands and moved to Canada, where they could get lands just as fertile for a tenth of the price for which they sold, have been heard from in terms highly eulogistic of their new homes. But one of these new residents of the Dominion, at any rate, is extremely tired, and makes pitiful complaint.

He says that frosts begin in August, and that beginning in November the thermometer stands at from thirty-five to fifty degrees below zero, with snow over three feet deep on a level, while around the houses it drifts until it covers house, barn, and even haystacks. The snow drifted seven feet deep around his house last winter, and remained frozen hard until May. He had to cut steps to his barn, and was a prisoner in his house all winter.

Worst of all, he reports that they had on an average one blizzard a week from November 16 to April 5, while in summer they suffered from hot winds. For weeks in winter the trains were stopped, and there were no mails or news of any kind from the outside world. Many people were without coal during the worst weather, and some were even without wood and were compelled to burn straw and fence posts. Those were hard lines, but in some winters similar conditions have been experienced in Northern Maine. But farmers in Maine thus situated manage to make a good living and educate their children.

The moral of all this is, "come to Texas and be happy."