A few carriages were astir.

It was a day of rest and peace and love-making to this busy little community.

The mills were still and even the water seemed to run less swiftly, only the fishes below the dam had cause to regret the day's release from toil, for on every rock a fisherman was poised.
The tension being a little relieved, Harold was able to listen to Jack's news of Rock River.

His father was still preaching in the First Church, but several influential men had split off and were actively antagonizing the majority of the congregation.

The fight was at its bitterest.