It was subsequently washed ashore on Keyser's farm; and he said he was willing to let it stay there at four dollars a day rent until he was ready to plough for corn.

As the cost of removing it would have been very great, the trustees ultimately sold it to Keyser for a barn, and then, securing a good lot, they built a handsome edifice of stone.
On the first Sunday that the congregation worshiped in the new church Mr.Potts attended; and in accordance with his custom, he placed his silk high hat just outside of the pew in the aisle.

In a few moments Mrs.Jones entered, and as she proceeded up the aisle her abounding skirts caught Mr.Potts' hat and rolled it nearly to the pulpit.

Mr.
Potts pursued his hat with feelings of indignation; and when Mrs.
Jones took her seat, he walked back, brushing the hat with his sleeve.
A few moments later Mrs.Hopkins came into church; and as Mr.Potts had again placed his hat in the aisle, Mrs.Hopkins' skirts struck it and swept it along about twenty feet, and left it lying on the carpet in a demoralized condition.

Mr.Potts was singing a hymn at the time, and he didn't miss it.