“Two neighbors of Carey’s Run, Abraham Miller and Albert Duncan it is said left the city joined hands Thursday night, but en-route agreed to disagree. They fought and fit, tore and hit, and mopped the ground up for a considerable space, and at last again clasped hands over the dark abyss, and continued their journey. No marks of violence bedecked the faces, other than an artistic coloring which is ornamental to the eyes.”1
