"With his beautiful young wife and five children--three boys and two girls--they found a valley that was protected from the north by high rocky cliffs that flowed into a verdant grassland on down to the wide river to the south. Here, with a few of their neighbors they bullt their homes and became farmers who plowed their fields and raised cows and chickens and all color of vegetable.
"From the river they pulled great slapping silver fish and quick tasty crabs and the occasional tender-breasted turtle. Their orchards spread to the north and their vineyards produced wine that became their main resource of trade.
"To this day, our men and women live off the land, spreading out only as the the commercial demands grew. Except for Red Harry. He was a drunk and lived in town."
And so the old man told the story and died that night.