Henry Puffenberger, a "regular," given to blustering, but not a vicious man, and Jacob Breakiron, a "sharpshooter" and a fat man, met one day on the road and indulged in a wrangle about the right of way. Strings of fresh broken stone on either side of the road, as was often the case, left but a narrow passage where the meeting occurred, and this led to the difficulty. "Old Puff," as he was called, demanded of Breakiron, with an air of authority, that he should "turn out." Breakiron declined to obey, and showed a determined spirit of resistance. After an exchange of angry words Puffenberger inquired of Breakiron his name, and he answered, "my name is Breakiron." "That," said Puffenberger, "is a hard name, but you look harder than your name." "I am as hard as my name," said Breakiron, "and what is your name?" "Puffenberger," was the reply. "That," said Breakiron, "is a windy name." "Yes," rejoined Puffenberger, "but there is thunder with it." After this explosion of wit the contestants compromised, shook hands, and passed without colliding. Puffenberger was a Maryland man, became a Confederate soldier, and was killed in battle. Breakiron was a farmer of Georges township, Fayette county, Pennsylvania, and died on his farm a number of years ago. [Illustration: WILLIAM HALL.] Turner Brown, brother of Henry, famous for the big loads he hauled, was an old wagoner. After a number of years' experience as a wagoner he moved to Ohio and settled in Guernsey county, where he became wealthy and was elevated to the office of Probate Judge. Persons who remember him say he was "pompous" in manner, but honest in his dealings. He was a native of Fayette county, Pa., born and reared in the vicinity of Brownsville, and of the family of Browns prominently identified with the National Road in its early days. He had a number of sons, three of whom--Samuel, Turner and Levi--were Union soldiers in the late war. Another, Thomas, published for a time _The Ohio Farmer_, at Cleveland; and another, William, took to theology, and is engaged in missionary work in some remote quarter of the globe. Joseph Lawson was, like his fellow teamster, John Galwix, considered a fancy wagoner. He took pride in his calling, and his team consisted of six stallions, well mated and of gigantic size. The gears he used were the very best of the John Morrow pattern, and his "outfit" attracted attention and evoked words of praise from the throngs that lined the road in that day. There was a regulation tread and an air about the old wagoner, especially of the regular line, that rose almost, if not altogether, to the standard of dignity. Jeff. Manypenny was an old wagoner, and a son of the old tavern keeper of Uniontown, referred to in a subsequent chapter. Joseph Arnold is said to have hauled the first "eighty hundred load" ever hauled on the road, and it gave him great fame. It was in 1837.