“We lived in Little Elm many years ago, from 1963 to 1975, and I continue to reside close to Little Elm with my brother John. We have a lot of old friends here, and they call me on a daily basis. It hurts my heart to tell them that I really don't know anything else.”
“The way was through lanes bounded by elms, which, though not yet in full leaf, were so closely interwoven in the bank with a luxurious growth of holly, that nothing was to be seen beyond them - till on a sudden the road, ascending a steep hollow way, opened to a kind of common field, forming the top of a high promontory, commanding an immense extent of the sea, and, for many miles, the indented cliffs of the western coast.”
“The Pyncheon Elm, throughout its great circumference, was all alive, and full of the morning sun
and a sweet-tempered little breeze, which lingered within this verdant sphere, and set a thousand leafty
tongues a-whispering all at once. This ages tree appeared to have suffered nothing from the gale.
It has kept its boughs unshattered, and its full complement of leaves, and the whole in perfect verdure,
except a single branch, that, by the earlier change with which the elm-tree sometimes prophesies the autumn,
had been transmuted to bright gold.”