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                        HARTFORD


PAGE 388  Is quite a smart business place.  I first saw it in 1818, then 
quite in the woods.  Good old Father Wilber still survives, honored and 
esteemed by all who know him.  His sons are the principal merchants in the 
place - correct business men, of moral excellence and worth.  Good old 
Father Holliday, father of F.C. Holliday, the eminent  divine, the 
Christian, the gentleman, and the scholar, resides here.  His house was 
consumed by fire; but his friends were kind and true to him, as well they
should be.  He informed me that he had seen more wild turkeys in one flock 
or drove than could, in his opinion, conveniently stand upon a whole acre 
of land.  He thought so then, and he thinks so now. There is a turkey story 
for you,boys.  Allow two feet square, or four square feet, to a turkey, 
and there must have been more than ten thousand turkeys.  Work it out for 
yourselves, boys.  In this community reside my early and worthy friends, 
Squire Jarret, Squire Wilson, John Billingly, Joel Lynn, and James Walker, 
borther to the Hon. Henry Walker, all in easy circumstances, and most 
excellent citizens.
  A gentleman, attempting to keep an officer at bay with his rifle, was 
himself shot, and died suddenly, years ago.  My esteemed friend, Mrs. Dr. 
Maderas, died suddenly, lamented by all. And here, too, was the former 
residence of my early and ever-cherished friend, Nathaniel Squibb, Esq., 
now of California. Squire Jarret has resided here all his days; is an 
excellent and worthy man; and he informed me, that, in early life, his 
shirts and pantaloons were made of the wild nettle, as noticed before, by 
Mrs. Cheek. That a very rich lady now, residing in Dearborn, was clad in a 
nettle dress when he first saw her - a rosy- checked, healthy girl, and 
happy and "cheerful as a lark."  What do you think of that, girls?  The 
narrative of my good friend, Squire Jarret, is full of interest, full of 
romance, and full of real life.
         "May his days yet be many, and full of pleasure."


Barb Boese     barbwire@midusa.net