(Pierce) McNairn, of Dickinson's Landing, Ontario. He was born there August 15, 1837. They lived at Whitby, Ontario, 1861-62, Port Hope 1862-66, Toronto 1866-. He was a captain in the Grand Trunk Rifle Brigade during the Fenian Raid of 1866, and has the General Service Medal and a military land grant in New Ontario for his service on that occasion. He edited the "Sower" in 1891, and published "The Apocalypse" in 1899. He is a member of the Law Society of Upper Canada, and is a Commissioner. He is a manufacturer of waxed paper in Toronto and proprietor of the Dansville Paper Mill at Dansville, New York. His residence is Aldercoign, 4 Harvard avenue, Toronto, Canada. They have had six children: Mary, ob. inf.; Alice Maud, ob. inf.; Frederick Harvey, ob. inf.; Edgar Norman, born 15th July, 1869, died 27th June, 1884; Harvey Turner, ob. inf.; William Harvey McNairn, born 3d of September, 1874. The latter is a scholarly gentleman, very much interested in the subject of genealogy, and consequently well versed in the mysteries of heraldry. He has rendered us considerable assistance with this branch of the family history. He is a member of the University of Toronto, matriculated in 1895, and graduated B. A. in 1899 and M. A. in 1900. For two years he was an assistant in the mineralogical laboratory, and while an undergraduate he won some scholarships and prizes, and held one or two offices. He is a charter member of the Toronto Chapter of the Delta Upsilon college fraternity, and at present is his father's assistant in the office in Toronto. He is a member of the choir and of the board of managers of the Parkdale Presbyterian Church.

LEONARD TURNER SEATON, son of Leonard Barna and Almira (Wing) Seaton, the youngest child and only son of his parents, was born July 26, 1848, in Newcastle, Ontario, and moved to Plano, Illinois, with his parents. He married Nancy Alice Robbins in Plano on the 2d of April, 1873, Elder F. Curtis performing the ceremony. Their children are: Frank Grant; Earl Garfield; Sidney Blaine; Emeline Mary; Stanley Wing; Harrison Ingalls; and Jessie Caroline,-all Republicans, like their father, as their names plainly indicate.

Leonard Turner Seaton learned the trade of cabinetmaking while quite young, and in 1870 opened a furniture and undertaker's store in Plano. He continued in active business there until in 1877, when he sold out and went to Pecatonica, Winnebago county, Illinois, and bought a furniture business. In 1882 he sold that establishment and returned to Plano, where he took up the same line of work and continued it until finally he retired from that business, and now devotes his time to the sale of a patent milkcan washer of his own invention, of which he is selling machines and territory. He seems to be of a lively temperament, positive in his opinions and likes. He sums up the Seaton characteristics by saying that as a class they are very radical, and are slow to change their minds when once convinced they are in the right.

CHAPTER XXVIII.

THE CHILDREN OF ANDREW P. AND LAURA A. SEATON.

OREN ANDREW SEATON, the first child born to the worthy people whose names head this chapter, was born at Burr's Mills, or Burrville, Watertown township, Jefferson county, New York, on August 11, 1847, but the family moved to Henderson village, in the same county, soon after that important event occurred, and all the recollections of his boyhood days are associated with Henderson and its surroundings. He attended the village school in the latter place until far enough advanced in his studies to make it advisable to continue the good work at Union Academy, at Belleville, in the same county. He helped with the work in the tannery, grinding bark and doing other light jobs, during the vacations of the school, after he was old enough, until the day arrived when his father moved from town to the Overton farm, probably for the children's good. After that time he assisted with the farm work, milking cows, feeding calves, plowing, or whatever was the order of the day, until August 22, 1864, when he enlisted in what was later Company B, One Hundred and Eightysixth New York Volunteers, Infantry, and went to the war. The regiment rendezvoused at Madison Barracks, Sacket's Harbor, on the bank of Lake Ontario, where the soldiers took their first lessons in guard duty, drilling, and especially in eating the army rations. This latter experience was a revelation to our soldier-boy. In comparison with his mother's cooking the meals dished up at the barracks tables appeared to him as though the potatoes had been boiled with their jackets on, in the same water in which they had been washed, although Lake Ontario kissed the shore a few steps back of the dining-hall. The potatoes were piled, a peck in a place, on the bare, rough pine board tables, alternating with great hunks of boiled beef; and baker's yeast bread, which the

boy never had been able to eat, was scattered along the tables at frequent intervals. Our tin cups were filled with black, drastic coffee, "strong enough to bear up an iron wedge," as some one said, and we were told to pitch in and help ourselves. No butter, no cream, no sugar, no anything inviting, and, worst of all, no appetite for such food. But later in the war there were times when such a spread would have been considered a feast.

At about this stage in the game the youngster began to wonder if he had ever complained of the food or cooking at home, and heartily repented having done so, if he had. Some of the boys ate with an appetite worth having, some made uncomplimentary remarks, and others looked down their noses as though they saw eternal misery at the end thereof. Three or four skedaddled for Canada, unable to face the music, and were marked on the rolls as deserters. It was explained that the Commissary Department was not quite ready for so many boarders, and that matters would mend in a day or two.

When the company was dismissed more than one boy went to the sutler and bought something he could eat. And for about four days this order of exercises was repeated three times a day, without tasting a bite at the regular meals. "How do you live?” asked an acquaintance. "Oh, I am boarding with my pocketbook," was the answer; and many another could have truthfully made the same reply. On the fourth day some one asked the boy if he intended to board and clothe himself and serve his country. for nothing during his term of enlistment. This set the boy to thinking, and he said to himself: "See here, my young man, can you not muster up spunk enough to take things as you find them, when they cannot be improved, or must the Government of these United States maintain a wet-nurse for its baby-boy?" After that view of the case was taken, yeast bread, bean soup and baked beans, salt fat pork and several other items on the bill of fare were introduced to the soldier-boy's stomach, but in this case, to know them was not to love them. It was a tough proposition, but in his veins were a few drops of blood imbued with the "sand" that had stood a long line of sailor and soldier ancestry in good stead in similar circumstances, and he lived through the ordeal.