FOREWORD 9 



As we go up and down the land today we 

 pass by many cemeteries where lie the remains 

 of these gallant pioneers. More often than not 

 their graves are overgrown with thorns and 

 thistles, the headstones awry, perfect symbols 

 of neglect. Are we not forgetting them and 

 their labors, and accepting our heritage too 

 lightly? 



And worse still are we not forgetting the high 

 ideals for which they stood, and the hope that 

 led them, through privation and want, to turn 

 the wilderness into homes where their children 

 might live together amid peace and plenty? 

 Who can look about on the social and industrial 

 fabric of our Province today and say with truth 

 that their dream has been realized? 



Still their children struggle on, some tilling 

 the soil, some otherwise employed. From time 

 to time well marked movements have broken 

 out amongst them, in which the old heroic 

 spirit has arisen in power. One of the most 

 recent of these has developed in the ranks of 

 agriculture. In that movement some men, 

 only a few, see a terrible danger; the majority 

 see a great hope. Whether that hope will be 

 realized, years alone can tell; but let no one 

 mistake a certain indecision of step for lack of 

 resolution. The pioneer spirit is abroad again; 

 the farmer has to find his way. 



