Excerpt from The Memoirs of James and Meribah Farmer The earliest of our many happy remembrances must be of that hour of family worship at which our mother (who early in her life was an accepted minister in the Society of Friends) so reverently read and expounded the Scriptures. This consecrated hour held uninterrupt edly through the long and busy years of our parents' lives, no break, notwithstanding the early years of their married life were filled with the multitude of affairs not separable from an almost pioneer life. Our grandfather and father went into the wilderness when they built their homes on the banks of the little Yellow Creek in the southern part of Ohio - amid analmost primeval forest. The moun tainous hills came down to the banks of the little stream in a wooded splendor of pine, beech and oak, and the main highway ran through long stretches of country sparsely settled. O fortunate, 0 happy day, When a new household finds its place Among the myriad homes of earth. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.