Mr. James C. Allen was in the :ity Tuesday, looking as hale and íearty as he has for the past few fears. "John W. Maynard and I," aid Mr. Allen to the Argus, "are ibout the two oldest settlers in these jarts. We used to play together on ;he streets when we were boys. Did [ohn ever teil you about our plowng on the land down by the river by the bend, where John Lawrence's arm is? My uncíe had the ague a.nd he got John to plow for him. John couldn't plow and drive the oxen so I went down to drive the oxen. While we were plowing, out carne a big bear, crashing through the bushes, and shortly after him carne a man with a gun. 'Boys,' said he, 'did a bear come through here?' 'Yes.' 'Well, why ín didn't you stop him?' and on he went. 'VVhose that' said John. John lifed in the country and wasn't quite as well posted as I was on the new people. 'That's a new comer,' said I, 'that's Dr. Dentón.' " "I rememqer when I was a boy I was cutting brush on what is known as the Henry W. Rogers place. An Indian trail used to run through there. The other boy was better at seeing Indians, snakes and such things than I was. He saw Indians coming down the trail, and told me. I threw down the axe, told him to bring it, and started on a run down the trail to the log house. The other boy couldn't run as fast asi could, so the Indians caught up to him and pointed at me and laughed." "Did I ever teil you about how my uncle got some nails from lower town? The river wasn't bridged. My uncle was fifty-six years old - an oíd man I thought he was then. We wanted some nails, and didn't know how to get them. Til get the nails for you,' said he. My uncle nad some Virginian horses that were used to the water, took to it like ducks; so he mounted one of them ' and the horse swam across the Huron, which was then in a state of nature, full to the banks, and was back with the nails in less than half an hour."