According to Robert, his friend Moses was a soldier in the first war, as he described it. He fought Indians and soldiers in red coats.

— Nancy B. Brewer

Ain’t nothing too serious. Even death is a joke on the old devil, if we are living for the Lord.

— Nancy B. Brewer

Are you a traveling man he asked?

— Nancy B. Brewer

Before I disappear behind the door, I stop and turn around to look at him.

— Nancy B. Brewer

Children worked in the mills: "I will always believe that children are designed for green meadows and play, not for factories and cotton dust.

— Nancy B. Brewer

Daddy-by Nancy B. Brewer When I used to say, speak up you are as good as they, You would just smile and say, let them have their way. When in my foolish youth, I so often disobeyed, He would just smile and say, let her have her way. When summer passed and winter overcame. He was not afraid, never once did he say. When in the moonlight his final hour came, He just smiled and said Lord I'll go your way.

— Nancy B. Brewer

For in the forest someone is always watching and someone is always listening!

— Nancy B. Brewer

He is dressed in a long, white robe and in his hand is a white cap. I draw up as he passes down the hall; he does not see me. Shortly I hear a horse leaving. There is much I do not know about him, but tonight I know one of his secrets. He is a midnight rider.

— Nancy B. Brewer

‎"He smiled at me and I felt the tenderness only a daughter could feel.

— Nancy B. Brewer

He was wearing a little bag of “Mojo” around his neck.

— Nancy B. Brewer