"... but mostly they settled in a place they called New Ireland..."

So. "They" called it that. Nobody else did. BTW, them there fellahs settled down south in yer Albert County and far more Irish settled elsewhere. Take yer Kent County... that fly infested bog country what could grow peat moss and rocks and some blueberries and cranberries and the odd red haired Irish child. I mean, some. Not "odd" as in "odd". Well, there was Aunt Annabell. She was as odd as they come. Crazier than a bag a hammers. What glorious fun she was. Always a laugh. She was actually a Little... half Little. Gramma Owens, nee Pascal, was not her mother. But, Gramps and Gramma brought her to Moncton when they said goodbye to the flies those many years ago. Fact is, Andy Little was firin blanks and he needed children... can't farm without children. So, since they were all farmers upalong, gramps was the hired gun. Hey, when yer bull is blank, ya go to the next farm and hire a stud, right? Alas, a female was born... Aunt Sally got sick, Andy couldn't look after a daughter (1900 or so; Aunt Sally died some years later), the farm fell into disrepair, and Annabell was Gramps' responsibility. So, off to the big city with the secret well kept. It's a wonderful story that gives insight into the lives of poor Irish "back in those days". Now, the story of Ned? The lumber company? The fire? Moving back to Ireland with the insurance money? The sale of the original (Riparian Rights) land grants illegally by the sheriff of the Edward and his son's properties? All great stories. One involves a T Model Ford with the back seat piled with bottles of liquor.

You pick out Annabell.