The Bronx is the name of a small stream, hardly more than a brook, in West Chester County, New York.

When I was a small boy, my father had a country place on its banks, and I did my first paddling in the water in the Bronx.
I liked the name, and my father recommended it." "I don't object to the name, though somehow it makes me think of a walnut cracked in your teeth when I hear it pronounced," added Flint.
"Now that I know what it is and what it means, I shall take more kindly to it, though I am afraid we shall get to calling her the Bronxy before we have done with her, especially if she gets to be a pet, for the name seems to need another syllable." "Young men fall in love with girls without regard to their names." "That's so.

A friend of mine in our town in Maine fell in love with a young lady by the name of Leatherbee; but she was a very pretty girl and her name was all the objection I had to her," said Flint, chuckling.
"But that was an objection which your friend evidently intended to remove at no very distant day," suggested Christy.
"Very true; and he did remove it some years ago.

What was that noise ?" asked the first lieutenant, suddenly rising from his seat.
Christy heard the sounds at the same moment.

He and his companion in the cabin had been talking about the Scotian and the Arran, and what his father had said to him about prudence in speaking of his movements came to his mind.