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McQuoid Family

Standard
December 7, 1859
Fire. Home of Charles McQuoid, corner Montague and Adolphus, consumed by fire.

Beacon
Feb 20, 1890
Routed by the Enemy
Mrs. Keezer is not Allowed to Narrate her Battle Experiences. Her Husband has an Exciting Experience with the Mob, and is Compelled to Seek Cover
“What means this eager, anxious throng?” was the first question a stranger would have asked if he had been in Saint Andrews on Saturday night, and had seen the crowd of men and boys that surged about the entrance to Stevenson’s Hall, between 7 and 8 o’clock.
            The explanation of this unusual stir was to be found in the hand-bills that were posted about the fences and in the shop-windows, announcing that Mrs. David Keezer would deliver a lecture on “Experiences in the late United States rebellion.” Those of the crowed who had a dime in their pockets—and there were few who hadn’t that night—and who were eager to hear Ms. Keezer’s thrilling war experiences hustled upstairs, dropped the aforesaid dime into the waiting hand of the lecturer’s husband, who officiated as door-keeper, and then stepped inside the hall. By 8 o’clock there were probably one hundred and fifty persons in the room, all of them of the masculine gender, and of them apparently expecting some startling “experiences.”
            The lecturer was on hand in good time, and occupied a seat on the platform for half an hour before the lecture began. She was neatly attired and made rather a favorable impression upon those who had come to hear her. She had on a pretty black bonnet, and well-fitting black jacket, and a dress of brown material. In front of her on a small table, covered with a white cloth, reposed her back fur cape and pocket handkerchief.
            When the hour came around for opening the lecture, Bradford Boone, Esq., was moved into the chair, and at once took her station on he platform. He was followed by a score of others, whose hearing appeared to be defective, and who seemed anxious to get as near the lecturer as possible in order that none of her “experiences” might be lost to them. After a little parleying, the chairman arose, and called the meeting to order. He then introduced Mrs. Keezer as “one of the most remarkablest [sic] women of the age,” and intimated that the audience would hear a lecture, the like of which they had never heard before and would never hear again. Vociferous applause followed Mr. Boone’s brilliant effort.
            Mrs. Keezer began her lecture very nervously, but in a good voice. She used no notes. She wasted little time in useless introductions, plunging at once into her narrative. In April, 1861, her first husband, Charles Norwood, who was an American soldier, came home on a furlough. At the suggestion of the chairman, she went into particular as to the period of the furlough. It was six weeks long. At the end of the six weeks, he persuaded her to go to the wars with him. She went as a nurse, and at the same time to look after her husband. She commenced to describe the battles she had seen, when some young scamp, in the rear of the hall, no doubt to give the battle sketches a realistic effect, began discharging fire crackers. Mr. Keezer at this juncture rushed in and threatened to “cal her off” and “dismiss the meetin’” [sic] if such disturbances were not ended right there.
            As soon as order had been in a measure restored the lecturer returned to her narrative, and was describing with a master hand the “ghastly sights,” “the terrible scenery” and “the wild demons” she had seen on the battle field, when another cracker exploded at her feet. She uttered a faint scream, assumed a tragic attitude, and then sat down, declaring she would not speak another word. Her husband, who had reason to be justly indignant, again burst into the room, and in a voice of thunder, said that “the meetin’ was dismissed.” He then called upon “Mary” to come off the platform. Instantly, there was a demand from a score or more that their money be returned to them, and to add to the bedlam the cracker fusillade was renewed. The fire appeared to be chiefly directed to Mr. Keezer. There were “crackers to right of him, crackers to left of him, crackers all around him.” He boldly held his ground, however, and his cash, too, and declared that if they would call upon him the next day he would give very cent back. He said he did not want their money. He could get along without it. Finding the atmosphere was becoming too hot he endeavored to get outside the hall, and after a good deal of jostling he got to the door. By this time an enormous crowed had gathered, and the noise they made sounded as if bedlam had been let loose. To go home, with such a howling mob after them, was madness, so they both very wisely decided to seek shelter in Miss Moore’s saloon, until the crowd had dispersed. Every effort was used to coax Mr. Keezer out by the crowed, some young villains even going so far as to bring his sloven down to the saloon door, but her refused to appear. Subsequently the sloven was thrown over the wharf. When eleven o’clock had come around, and the streets appeared quiet, they determined to start for home. A number of prominent citizens offered to accompany them as a body guard, which offer was accepted. Mr. J. T. Ross acted as advance guard, bearing on his shoulder a rusty sword, which he had fished out of somewhere. Immediately behind him came Mr. and Mrs. Keezer, hand in hand, determined to fall together if the worst should come. Mr. Arthur Moore and Mr. Wm. McQuoid occupied the right and left wing. The rear was protected by Con. Lamb, Mr. Owen Rigby and Mr. B. F. Estes. Mr. J. M. Hanson did outpost duty with a lantern. Mr. Keezer and his chosen band had scarcely entered upon their dangerous march when the enemy appeared, every corner and every alley yielding its quota. Despite the sturdy efforts of the body guard, their ranks were frequently broken by some bold youth, anxious to get within reaching distance of Mr. Keezer. A few of them succeeded, but fortunately without doing him any serious injury. One cowardly scamp struck him square in the face as he turned a corner. The crowed did not molest them after they got into the home.
            Mrs. Keezer declared that when next she lectured it would be in St. John, where she would be protected by the law. She said there was no law in St. Andrews. It certainly looked that way on Saturday night.

St. Croix Courier
Aug 5/1890
Large numbers of summer visitors are now arriving daily and both the Algonquin and Argyll hotels have already nearly as many guests as they can accommodate.
            There are at present four livery stables in St. Andrews and all seem to be doing a flourishing business. A Mr. Watson, of Woodstock, and Haney and McQuoid, of SA, have lately engaged in the business.
            The St. Andrews Land Company are having the Weir farm laid out in building lots and gravelled streets made through it. This land lies between Prince of Wales street and Kitty’s [sic] Cove and commands a fine view of the eastern part of Passamaquoddy Bay. It will be sold in building lots.

Beacon
Aug. 14/1890
Quite a large party from the Argyll chartered one of Haney and McQuoid’s barges and were driven out to Chamcook lake last Saturday. Their enthusiasm was unbounded, and the chorus of Oh’s and Ah’s of delight over each new beauty in the ever varying picture soon became a general chorus, the one undertone of regret expressed, being that there were no boats to be secured at the lake for a pleasant little row on its placid surface. Every individual member of the party, says one who was there, rather envied the fortunate possessor of the quaint and picturesque log-cottage in the pines, while the juveniles could scarcely be persuaded to leave that beautiful dolly-house. The driver won laurels for himself in his choice of roads, giving his delighted “bargees” such a variety of lovely views, as well as a drive right through the pine woods.

Beacon
May 28, 1891
Constable Keezer’s tongue got him in trouble again last week. Meeting constable McQuoid he began to scold that officer, and he was promptly knocked down for his temerity. Both men then hastened to Justice Hathaway’s court, one to lay an information for abusive language, the other for assault. Subsequently, they saw the error of their ways, and withdrew the charges against each other.

Beacon
March 30, 1893
What Bad Rum Did
It Causes a Brutal Fight, Qualified One Man for the Hospital and Nearly Leads to the Death of Another
Rum—villainous rum—was the primary cause of a brutal quarrel which began on Friday afternoon, and nearly resulted in the death of one man.
            Capt. Kerrigan, of the schooner “Mary,” and his brother, who is mate of the vessel, came up town on Friday after dinner, and laid in quite a store of fighting rum. So also did Steward Walsh, of the schooner, “Erie.” The three men started off for their vessels together quite peaceably, but had only gone a short distance when the two Kerrigans were seen to attack their companion. They knocked him down several times and kicked him until his face was amass of blood. Then they left him and hastened towards the wharf. They tried to pick a quarrel with Capt. Brown, who was getting his vessel under weigh, but failing in this, they returned to finish the steward, who had staggered down as far as the steamboat wharf. They resumed the attack upon the man there, when Mark Hall remonstrated with them. Mr. Hall received for his pains a tap in the nose which stretched him out on the green for a couple of minutes. The mate, fearing the crowd were going to make a general attack upon him, fled towards another schooner for protection. He mustered up courage in a few minutes to return to his brother’s side, and for the next half hour the air was blue with the oaths of the infuriated men, who expressed their ability to whip the whole town.
            Constable McQuoid, who was present, was asked by a citizen to place the men under arrest, but he declared he had no authority without a warrant. In the meantime, the “Erie” had sailed out to an anchorage over the western bar. Capt. Brown sent the mate and two men ashore for the steward, but he would not go with them, and became very abusive. They left him ashore, and returned to their vessel.
            Then one of the Kerrigans caught the unfortunate steward and dragged him own to the water side, with the evident intention of drowning him. He held him under the water, until the other brother interfered. After this incident, the steward was taken on board the schooner “Mary E” [Ellen?] for protection and a permit was obtained for him to enter the hospital. It was supposed at this time that the Kerrigans had shed enough gore for one day, but they were evidently not satisfied, for about 5 o’clock, Capt. Kerrigan went over to where Ab. Denley was working with his team and without any provocation struck Denley a blow in the face. The other Kerrigan also drew a knife, threatening to do him up. Before a second blow could be made Denley’s younger brother picked up a wagon stake and struck Capt. Kerrigan on the head with it. He fell like a log, and laid on the ground in an unconscious condition for several minutes, the blood oozing from a horrible gash in his head. Then Constable McQuoid placed young Denley under arrest and took him before Justice Hatheway. Ab. Denley also appeared before the Justice and swore out a warrant against the two Kerrigans for the assault upon him.
            When the constable went to serve the warrants, Capt. Kerrigan was on board his vessel, having partially regained consciousness. Dr. Harry Gove, considering the man’s condition dangerous, would not allow him to be removed, but the mate was arrested and brought up town. The following morning, the mate was arraigned before Justice Hatheway. Denley was represented by M. N. Cockburn. At the request of the prisoner the hearing was postponed until 2 o’clock that afternoon, when a plea of “guilty” was put in. the Justice imposed a fine of $5 and costs—in all $17.70. The charge against the captain was withdrawn. After the mate got out of the clutches of the law, the “Mary” at once set sail for St. John.
            The Injured steward of the “Erie” also joined his vessel before she sailed from her anchorage on Saturday morning.

Beacon
may 17/1894
A young and valuable horse belonging to E. LO. Andrews, Minister’s Island, broke away from miss Bessie Andrews on Thursday last, alongside the island bar, and after upsetting the wagon, plunged into the water to swim to his home. He lost his reckoning, and getting into deep water was drowned. William McQuoid, who is employed at Mr. Van Horne’s place, Minister’s island, lost a horse the same day from lock-jaw.

Beacon
may 24/1894
The Van Horne Cottage [annex—see my photo]
Improvements that have been made around the grounds this spring.
A merry whirl of a mile or two over a picturesque, tree-fringed country road; a push across an ocean-perfumed beach, on which great flocks of sea and land birds were gathered at their morning feast of mussels, and clams, and the Beacon representative found himself and his wheel at the foot of the hill leading to the summit of Minister’s island, on which Mr. Van Horne, President of the CPR, has his handsome summer residence.
            It was a beautiful May morning, and Nature was in one of her most charming moods. Gentle zephyrs were wafted over the silvery bosom of St. Andrews Bay, and the lapping of the waves along the sandy beaches made a music that was most entrancing. All around was a bewitching prospect embracing sea and island, mountain and valley, green pastures and fields over which the ploughman had but recently made his mark. About and above all this could be heard the songs of nature’s little choristers, rejoicing that the bonds of Winter had once more been rent asunder. It was a scene fit to stir the poetry within the most prosaic soul.
            But it was not to gather inspiration for a verse on ”gentle Spring” that the Beacon was abroad, but to inspect the improvements that Mr. Van Horne is adding to his summer home. During the past few months great changes have taken place in the vicinity of the Van Horne, cottage. An annex, connected by a covered lattice-work verandah, has been erected in the rear of the main building. [my photo from CCA] This is designed as servants’ quarters. There are found living rooms in the annexes, besides a laundry, with concrete floor and bricked walls. The main building has undergone no changes, and is just as it was abandoned last Fall. the large kitchen range is polished and can be ready for business at a minute’s notice, the cupboards are full of waiting dishes, and the great hall and the sleeping rooms need only the “touch of a vanished hand” to make them as inviting as before.
            The head gardener, Mr. William McQuoid, for whom a near little cottage, embowered among the trees, has recently been erected, has had a busy season around the grounds. he has ploughed and harrowed and picked stones off a large piece of land to the north and west of the cottage, and has laid it out in beds. Asparagus, cucumbers, radishes, parsnips, cabbages, lettuce, celery, and a great deal of other “garden sass” have been planted in these beds, for are awaiting transplanting from the “hot-beds” alongside. Another patch of ground near by has been sown with oats and a bountiful crop is looked for. A large circle of ground in front of the cottage and another plot in the rear are reserved for flowering plants. Then, a tennis-court has been rolled a short distance away, and seeded down with lawn-grass, which is forcing its way along. A stately flag staff has been erected alongside the cottage, from which the Canadian flag will be floated to the breeze just as soon as the family have entered into possession of their summer habitation. E. L. Andrews has the contract for a long stretch of cedar and wire fencing around the grounds, which is designed more as a protection for a buck thorn hedge that is to be planted than “a thing of beauty.”

Beacon
July 26/1894
A sample of the vegetables raised at “Covenhoven,” Sir William Van Horne’s summer home, was brought to the Beacon on Saturday by William McQuoid, Sir William’s gardener, to obtain the opinion of the agricultural editor thereon. After a careful analysis, he is prepared to risk his reputation on the statement that Minister’s island can produce as fine cauliflowers and garden truck as anywhere on the continent.

Beacon
Nov 1/1894
The wonderful fertility of the soil of St. Andrews was shown by some samples of cabbage brought to the Beacon on Tuesday by William McQuoid, Sir William Van Horne’s gardener. From one of the cabbages twelve smaller heads had cropped out, all of them solidly developed, though smaller than the parent stock. Some wonderful growth in “Brussels sprouts” was also shown.

Beacon
July 8/1897
Charles McQuoid, the four year old son of William McQuoid, Minister’s Island, split his nose open with a nail or some other sharp instrument during the temporary absence from home of his parents on Wednesday last. He was brought in town and the would dressed by Dr. Wade, who found it necessary to put several stitches in it.

Beacon
June 27/1901
The grading around Mr. William Hope’s cottage which has provoked such favorable comment was the work of Mr. William McQuoid, of St. Andrews. It is certainly very creditable to his taste and skill.

Beacon
Jan 8/1903
Mr. R. B. Van Horne came down from Montreal last week and placed Mr. William McQuoid in charge of Sir William Van Horne’s farm interests on Minister’s Island, in succession to Mr. H. D’Almaine, who tendered his resignation some months ago. Mr. D’Almaine took leave of St. Andrews on Monday last, much to the regret of very many friends.

Beacon
Feb 5/1903
Terrible Accident
William McQuoid Accidentally Shot by His Son
On Sunday Mr. William McQuoid, manager of Sir William Van Horne’s farm on Minister’s Island, was accidentally shot by his son Orville. The son was handling a small rifle—the same weapon that killed Fletcher Denley some years ago. By some mischance the lad’s clothing caught on the hammer and the gun was exploded, the shot penetrating the stomach of his father who was standing nearby. The wounded man walked to his home unaided and Drs. Gove and Wade were hastily summoned. They probed for the bullet but were unable to find it. A surgical operation was considered necessary. Dr. Atherton, of Fredericton, was sent for, and when he arrived on Monday the bullet was successfully removed. The wound is a very serious one and it is feared the injured man cannot recover. He has a strong constitution and this may help to pull him through. Great sympathy is felt for the family, and particular for the young lad, who was the innocent cause of the accident.
            At last accounts the injured man was holding his own and the physicians were feeling a little encouragement. A trained nurse arrived from Fredericton yesterday.

Beacon
Feb 19/1903
Condition of William McQuoid improving.

Beacon
May 21/1903
As the result of the death of a valuable brook mare from the rupture of a blood vessel, Supt. McQuoid of Sir William Van Horne’s farm, finds himself with a prodigious “bottle baby” on his hands.

Sir William Van Horne has been so busy in other directions the past winter that he has not had an opportunity to devise any additions to his elegant island home, Covenhoven. The place has been carefully looked over, however, and when the flower beds are in bloom and the trees have taken on their full foliage it will be as beautiful as one can desire. The tropical delights that sir William has revelled in in Cuba will be missing, perhaps, but the will find many other delights that twill more than compensate him or their absence. His stock farm was never in better shape than now. One might travel the continent o’er and find nothing handsomer in the way of horseflesh than the eighteen or twenty Clydesdales, young and old, which fill his stables and romp over his pasture. His colts, it is sate to say, cannot be beaten anywhere. The last week or two has witnessed tow handsome additions to the horse stock. Under the supervision of Mr. Wm. McQuoid, horses, belted cattle, Tamworth pigs and al the rest of the live stock on the farm are doing well.

Beacon
Aug 13/1903
“General Cronje” one of Sir William Van Horne’s three-year-old Clydesdales, was brought over to town on Tuesday by farm supt. McQuoid to receive his first shoes and to be weighted. He made the scales tremble at 1625 pounds. “General Joubert” a 2 year-old stallion of magnificent color and proportions from the same stable weighted off at 1585 pounds.

Beacon
Feb 4/1904
Manager McQuoid, of the Van Horne farm, was in town last week with a span of Clyde stallions, two and three years old, weighing fifteen hundred each. They were a handsome team.

Beacon
Jan 12, 1905
Supt. McQuoid, of Covenhoven farm, has been reducing the porcine population of the island. Twenty carcases of Tamworth bacon pigs were brought in to town recently to be cut up and cured, ad there are sixty more on the farm awaiting similar treatment.

Beacon
July 6/1905
Senator MacKay in town to look over his 400 acres along railway and shore. W. J. McQuoid to be farm superintendent.

Beacon
July 13, 1905
[Clibrig coming—also Van Horne influence]
Senator MacKay and Mrs. MacKay came down from Montreal last week and took a look over the property recently purchased by the Senator here. It includes 400 acres of land along the railway and shore, and affords unexampled views at a score of points. The senator will probably remove the present building on the property and erect a larger and handsomer residence for himself. He has engaged Mr. W. J. McQuoid as farm superintendent.

Beacon
Oct 19/1905
Senator MacKay’s Plans
A Handsome Residence Begun on New Property
Senator Mackay, of Montreal, who recently purchased the Tupper-Bleakney property on the outskirts of the town, is losing no time in the development of his new estate. Already he has begun the erection of what will probably be the larges and most complete summer residence in this locality. He has selected as the site for his new summer abiding place a piece of ground about one hundred yards north of the old Bleakney dwelling place. The outlook from this point is one of the most beautiful imaginable, covering an extensive view of St. Andrews bay with all the country round about. Had he sought the Dominion over he could not have fallen upon a sport which embraces so much that is beautiful, as much that is varied and pleasing to his eye.
            The dwelling house, for which ground has now been broken, will be 93 x 45 feet on the ground, with a forty foot ell. The first story wall will be composed of rough field stone, cemented together. Above this there will be a story and a half of wood, the general design of the building being very handsome as will as comfortable and summer-like. A broad verandah will be constructed around the main dwelling. The contract for the stone work has been awarded to Mr. Charles Horsnell, who has already begun work. The carpenter contract has not been given out. It is Senator MacKay’s intention to have the building completed in time for occupation next season.
            The Senator has in view a comprehensive scheme of development, with a view to enhancing the many natural beauties of his estate. La part of this scheme has already been worked out in the establishment of a pretty little pond or lake to the right of the driveway. Many years ago the late Capt. James, who owned this property, had a skating pond at the same place. Senator has renewed this dam, making the water area much large than before.  A driveway to the railway will also be laid out. It is the intention next season to remove Supt. McQuoid’s dwelling place to another part of the property.
           
Beacon
Oct 4/1906
Whoppers From Clibrig
The editor has tried all summer with a fair degree of success to keep a level head, but when he entered his office the other day and found lying on his desk two mysterious objects, which looked like a cross between a huge trombone and a mammoth pumpkin, he felt included to pinch himself to see if he was sober or if he was not suffering from some for of optical hysteria. Having satisfied himself on these points he cautiously approached the objects to see that they were two tremendous Livingston squash which had been raised on Clibrig, Senator MacKay’s farm, by Supt. McQuoid. As an indication of the big things that are to follow from the Senator’s coming amongst, us, they are certain, “whoppers.”

Beacon
May 7/1908
Wright McLaren builder of C. F. Smith’s home, now complete. Grading by Wm. McQuoid.

Beacon
May 21/1908
Beautiful Summer Home
Mr. Smith, of Montreal, is the Owner.
There are few summer dwellings anywhere more beautiful, or more complete, and certainly none more favorably situated than the handsome abode that Mr. D. F. Smith, of Montreal, has just completed on the crest of the ill overlooking the own of St. Andrews and the beautiful Passamaquoddy bay.
            It is a wooden building with an ample porte cochere in the front and broad verandahs stretching around the greater part of it. On the main floor is a large hallway, 15 x 22 feet. The chief living room, 32 x 17 feet, is located on the southern side, opening out on the verandah. It is supplied with a large fire place. The dining room, 16 x 22 feet, is located on the eastern side, and through tits glass doors and windows may be seen Minister’s Island and the bay beyond. A brick fire-lace fills one end of the dining room.
            Adjoining the dining room, on the south east corner, is the “den,” an octagonal room, finished up in old pine, with a comfortable looking fire-place. On the left of the main entrance there is a bedroom 12 x 15 feet also a bathroom and coat room. In the rear are the kitchen, larder and servants’ hall, also the children’s dining room. On the second floor there are six large bedrooms having beautiful outlooks, also three bathrooms and a water closet. In the servants’ quarters there are four comfortable sleeping rooms with a bathroom attached.
            The workmanship about the building is first-class in every respect, and cannot be surpassed anywhere. Much credit attaches to the carpenter, Mr. Wright McLaren, who has carried out the ideas of the architects to the smallest detail with a skill and accuracy most remarkable. The mason-work was performed by Mr. Charles Horsnell, the plumbing by Mr. Goodwill Douglas, and the painting and paper hanging by Mr. Albert Shaw. The grading about the residence is being performed very tastefully by Mr. William McQuoid.

Beacon
April 1, 1909
Mr. Hugh McQuoid had his neck seriously injured while operating a woodcutting machine on Minister’s Island last Saturday.

Beacon
Jan 26/1911
Runaway
Capt. Clark’s horse started on a run down McLean’s hill at breakneck speed yesterday morning, with the reins dragging the ground and the only occupant of the wagon the captain’s little daughter, Miss Marjorie. The animal turned Hartford’s corner with a rush, the wheel just grazing the telephone pole. Nearing Kennedy’s hotel, Henry McQuoid leaped in the wagon and reaching out after the reins, brought the horse to a standstill, without any injury being done.

Beacon
March 25, 1915
Mr. W. J. McQuoid has recently purchased a McLaughlin seven passenger vehicle.

Beacon
August 4/1917
Shocking drowning accident at Bar Road. Details.
A fatal drowning accident occurred on the Minister’s Island Bar on Thursday evening. The news of the disaster to Hugh McQuoid and Miss Annie Murphy did not reach the town till early on Friday morning, when it was received with horror and dismay. Hugh McQuoid, who has been employed as gardener on the Van Horne estate for several years, had driven over to the island on Thursday evening, and was returning accompanied by Annie Murphy, a housemaid at Covenhoven, between the hours of 8 and 9 pm, when the disastrous accident occurred. the night was foggy in the extreme, and the tide was so far advanced on the Bar that before they started they were seriously warned of their danger by the people on the island; they, however refused to listen, with fatal results. Jut how they met their fate, whether they wandered out of their course in the fog,, or were drowned by the onrushing tide, will probably never be discovered. No cried were heart either on the mainland or on the island; but on Friday morning when William Mitchell, cousin of McQuoid, was tending his weir he noticed something unusually standing out of the water and on going out to examine it discovered it to be the shafts of McQuoid wagon with the horse still fastened between them, but so tangled in the harness as to be completely reversed and facing the wagon. The horse was easily recognized, as it was a particularly fine one and well known on the streets of St. Andrews. A further search discovered McQuoid’s body in Maxwell ‘s Cove with part of the harness from the horse’s head clenched firmly in his hand. It is surmised that he got out of the wagon to lead the horse and walked into the deeper water and was drowned, while his companion was swept out of the wagon by the current and washed out to sea on the ebb tide. Throughout Friday continuous efforts to find Miss Murphy’s body were made; every boat and man available were pressed into service. The day was particularly unfavorable; the fog was never entirely absent; and at time was very dense; while rain fell fitfully, and the water had no transparency. All efforts ended in failure.
            Miss Murphy was a stranger in the town, and her place of residence is unknown,. Hugh H. McQuoid was s St. Andrews man, 35 years of age, a son of Mr. and Mrs. Hugh McQuoid, and resided with his parent and sisters at their home on King Street.

St. Croix Courier
Aug 9/1917
The funeral of the late Hugh McQuoid, Jr., who was accidentally drowned in crossing Minister’s Island Bar on Thursday evening of last week, took place on Sunday. Rev. Mr. Hicks conducting the services at the Methodist church and the grave. In company with Hugh McQuoid was a maid at “Covenhoven” who was also drowned, her name was Miss Annie Murphy, and up to this time, Monday, her body has not been found. it is needless to say that the whole community was sadly shocked when the facts became known on Friday morning, and the sincere sympathy of all goes out to the bereaved ones.

St. Croix Courier
March 27/1919
William J. McQuoid and sons have purchased the stables of Albert Denley and are fully equipped to cater to the public, having several horses, carriages an cars of their own to add to those bought, and with careful chauffeurs and river, hope to get a share of patronage. (

St. Croix Courier
Sept 10/1936
Shire town Items—Big Convention Sept 9. Sun Life Co. 400 delegates in two parts each, divided by one day to reset hotel. McQuoid’s taxi service 40 cars on call day and night. Many privately owned automobiles are being used for this purpose, and young lady chauffeurs will be a commonplace. It is expected that the upper grades of the school will have one session in order to provide caddies for the golfers. Each part of convention identical in program—even down to menus.

St. Croix Courier
Jan 27, 1938
Five St. Andrews Men Drown When Car Drops Through Ice-Hole at Chamcook
One their way home after a carefree week-end outing at Chamcook Lake, five of a party of six well-known St. Andrews men were drowned Sunday evening when the car in which they were riding over the frozen surface of the lake skidded into a gaping hole left by ice-cutters and became their death-trap. As the machine settled to the bottom, its headlight still burning, one ma n, Joseph Gibson, somehow struggled out and saved himself. The others, paralyzed by the sudden plunge, drowned apparently without making an effort to escape.
            Mr. Gibson, 55 year old mason, came up under the ice the first time he rose. The second time he found himself in the ice-hole. As soon as he regained sufficient strength, he climbed out on the solid ice and, realizing that his companions were beyond aid, ran nearly three-quarters of a mile to a telephone and gave the alarm which brought help from St. Andrews. Victims of the tragedy were: Albert Storr, 70, superannuated baggage employee of the CPR. William Craig, 60, manager of the general store of J. A Doon and Co. Louis Hivon, 55, manager of the St. Andrews store of the New Brunswick Liquor Control Board. Ralph Howe, 40, painter. Carten McCurdy, 24, express driver.
            The town of St. Andrews was plunged into mourning by the swift tragedy—mourning which was shared throughout the district as the news rapidly was spread. All the victims were well known and enjoyed the respect of the community. The tragedy which cut off their lives so abruptly led to the cancellation of all functions of a public nature in St. Andrews this week. Yesterday one of the most poignant scenes ever witnessed in the old shiretown of Charlotte County was enacted as the five victims were buried with impressive funeral rites. . . .
            The party went to Mr Craig’s camp on Chamcook lake Sunday afternoon, driving up over the lake ice which was of ample thickness to support the heavy car. Near the end of the lake next the road was a gaping hold in the white expanse—left by ice-cutters of William McQuoid and Son, who on Saturday were at the lake getting out a supply of ice under the supervision of Henry McQuoid. After spending the balance of the day about the camp the six men boarded the car for the return trip, leaving the camp about 9:45 Sunday evening. During down over the smoothly frozen ice the car skidded but did not get out of control. The driver straightened away on what he believed to be the course once more. The night was clear but an overcast sky hid the stars. In years of camping on the lake William Craig had come to know it intimately. A shadow appeared on the ice ahead, but no one noticed until suddenly the black patch slid under the car wheels and Mr. Gibson shrieked a frantic warning: “We’re in McQuoid’s ice-hole. Get out!”
            Sole survivor of the ill-fated outing, Mr. Gibson cold not explain how he escaped from the car while the others stayed inside. When the car struck the open space he shouted a warning, and as the car began to sink pried at the nearest door, but it would not open. The machine settled to the bottom of the lake. Somehow, the door did open and Mr. Gibson felt himself outside rising to the surface of the lake. He came up under the solid ice the first time, but the second time he broke through in clear water and a few minutes later scrambled out on the frozen surface of the lake. His clothing soaked with the chill lake water, he walked and ran three-quarters of a mile to the home of Mrs. Ernest Watts, where the nearest telephone was located, and from where news of the tragedy was sent to Wilfred and Max Rankin.
            While they went back to the lake with a truck, Mrs. Watts telephoned St. Andrews where the town marshal, Howard MacNichol, and others made up a party of volunteers. Despite his wet clothing, Mr. Gibson insisted upon returning ot he lake with the Rankins, but when they arrived they were unable to do anything until further help came on the scene.
            The headlights of the car, shining through 15 or 20 feet of water, made it easy for the volunteers to locate the scene of the tragedy. Willing hands cut a lane through the ice to the lake shore, then a stout chain was dropped to the car and worked around until a hook on the end caught on the bumper, after which the car with its five victims still inside, sitting in the positions they occupied when Gibson last saw them, was hauled ashore by a heavy truck.
            Beyond a scratch on Mr. Craig’s nose there were no marks n any of the bodies. Nothing about them indicated that they had made an effort o get out. Mr Craig, who had been driving still the wheel. Both he and Mr. Storr had been smoking and in the hands they held their pipes. In the front seat with the driver were Mr. Storr and Mr. McCurdy. In the back seat Mr. Hivon was on the left side, Mr. Rowe in the centre, and Mr. Gibson had been on the right hand side until he made his way to safety.
            . . . Mr. Gibson was, strangely enough, the only member of the party who could not swim and he was the only one to escape. Apparently little the worse for his soul-searing experience he later gave a graphic description of the horror he passed through while his companions were going to their deaths.
            “I’ll never forget it in my life,” he said.
            “What did you think about when you were under the ice?”
            “I couldn’t tell you what I thought. It all happened in the twinkling of an eye,. When the car struck the open space I shouted—‘We’re in McQuoid’s ice-hole, Get out!’”
            “I put the pressure to the door but it wouldn’t open. I didn’t expect to get out alive. The car settled to the bottom and somehow I got the door open and I could feel myself rise. Then my head bumped against the ice. I was under the solid ice. The bump didn’t hurt, I couldn’t feel any pain. I just knew I had struck the ice. Then I sank again, I rose the second time—and I came up I the open water.”
            His lungs bursting he came up where he cold breathe again and clawed at the jagged edges of the ice. With an almost superhuman effort he dragged himself out onto the solid ice and looked down into the hole.
            The Car lights were still burning. He could see the dim beams in the depths. Heavy clothing soaked, overshoes full of water, he set out on a three-quarter of a mile run to the nearest house where there was a telephone. He was almost exhausted when he struggled into the home of Mrs. Ernest Watts and panted the story of the tragedy. She telephoned Wilfred and Max Rankin.
            Disregarding the fact that he was wet to the skin, Mr. Gibson hurried back to lake Chamcook with the Rankins. They took a truck with them. “We couldn’t do a thing,” Mr. Gibson said. More than 150 men arrived at the lake. Through the ice they sawed a channel eight feet wide 175 feet to the shore from where the death car lay at the bottom. “We left he camp (Mr. Craig’s) at 9:45, watch of one man stopped at 10:45, and that of another at 10:20. Mr. Storr’s watch was still running when they got the car ashore.”
            Mr Gibson said the automobile, a sedan, did not turn over, but simply settled down to the lake bottom on four wheels. He estimated that there were tow fathoms of water over its roof.

St. Croix Courier
Feb 20/1941
Clear and Cold. McQuoids, with a fleet of trucks and a crew of men, have been busy during the past few weeks filling local ice-houses. Conley’s alone have put in about a thousand tons which will be used next summer in shipping fresh live lobsters to all parts of the States and Canada. . . . Lack of snow had made for good hauling. The ice is now 21 inches thick and crystal clear. The blocks weigh about 450 pounds each. One drive told me he sometimes loads hauls and delivers over two hundred of these blocks a day, and sleeps quite well at night.

St. Croix Courier
January 28, 1943
Having Big Year
The Heather Curling Club is havign a successful season with the largest membership (43) it its history. S. J. Anning is president; Henry McQuoid, vice-president; Harold Greenlaw secretary; Joe Finigan, treasurer. Play for the Hosmer Cup has been completed and this fine ropy was won by a rink skipped by Leigh Williamson. Play is now underway for “bill’s Trophy.” A party of about twenty curlers from St. Stephen were entertained at the club on last Thursday afternoon and evening,  the locals tone-throwers winning the total by the small margin of one point.  The gisitors wre served supper, a real Shiretown clam stew, at the club rooms. [the club is not located at the rink, as it is being used as a barracks, hence the outdoor rink across the street]

St. Croix Courier
Sept 2/1948
“Caddy” Norris fatally injured at St. Andrews.
Children’s Friend Paid Striking Tribute at Largest Funeral in Years.
John Cadman Norris, better known to St. Andrews residents as “Caddy,” died in hospital in St. Stephen Friday morning as the result of injuries sustained in an accident Thursday after noon at SA, where he was born and lived all his life. The circumstances of the fatality are not completely known but he was found unconscious on the golf links about noon Thursday, not far from a team of horses he was driving for W. J. McQuoid and Sons, with whom he was employed.
            He was born in St. Andrews in August, 1890, the son of a civil war veteran, Charles Norris, and Maria (Brickson) Norris, and was the last surviving member of a family of six children. He lived in St. Andrews all his life, attending school and later playing in the band and the St. Andrews orchestra. A great favorite with all, the children of the town and Summer people especially looked upon him as a friend because of his kindness toward them.
            Many and varied were the floral tributes sent by townspeople and prominent Summer visitors in token of the esteem in which he was held. Among those who sent beautiful flowers and set pieces were Lieutenant Governor McLaren, Algoma Steel employees, staff of McQuoid’s, management and staff of the Algonquin Hotel, and staff of Fort Tipperary. One of the finest tributes in the group was a blanket of flowers eight feet by four feet centered with a white cross, sent by 85 children in the town.
            The funeral service was held Saturday afternoon, Aug 28, at All Saints Church, and was one of the largest ever held in St. Andrews. People from all walks of life came to pay their respects to a beloved citizen and friend. The rector, Rev. Joseph McAlden, conducted the service, during which the hymns, “Unto the Hills” and “Abide with Me” were sung. Pall-bearers were Hope McQuoid, Warren Stinson, Henry McQuoid, Alfred Cummings, Forrest Ross, and Frank Dougherty, sr. Interment was made in the St. Andrews Rural Cemetery.

St. Croix Courier
March 31/1949
Photo of Barbara Ann Scott with arena Committee: Bill Brownrigg, W. C. O’Neill, Henry McQuoid, M. Bartlett, W. L. Williamson

St. Croix Courier
Oct 25/1951
News Notes: Beacon Press recently installed linotype machine. Previously hand set. Proprietor Eddie Williamson.
Men’s Club has Venetian blinds, storm windows, and a new flagpole. Henry McQuoid pres. of St. Andrews arena.

Rural Cemetery Burial
Henry McQuoid, garageman
Age 77
Lot 219A
Nov 8, 1970