The knowledge was imparted by Constable Russell, who was also the local butcher. He was constable to Squire Jack Alexander, and by keeping ears open and mouth shut I heard a good deal about petty offenses and current misdemeanors. I was leaving Harris Depot, the going for the mail, and Elam Morrison, whom I loved because he gave me a pocket knife. Thirty years and more have come and gone since then. I have tried to keep track of them.
Rocky River is a sacred place.
Many of her treasures are laid up in heaven, and there her hearst must be also. She is a tree that has brought forth good fruit. She is a city set on a hill, and cannot be hid. She has let her light so shine before men that they have seen her good works. She has kept the faith and the world is better for it.