Where Three Towns Meet by Alice Morse Earle

In the heart of Narragansett three towns meet at a cross-roads; they are North Kingston, South Kingston, and Exeter. It is a lonely cross-roads, even in days of summer, though Weaver Rose's cheerful home is near it; but it is picturesque and beautiful in its extended view, its overreach of splendid locust-trees, and the tangle of wild flowers fringing the roadside and rioting along the stone walls. There is no monument or stone, nothing to mark the special tradition of this corner, as Squaw Rock at Indian Corner, half a mile farther on the road, a sinister rock with dark, blood-red veins and splashes, a rock whereon were dashed the brains of a Narragansett squaw by her drunken brave of a husband.

This cross-roads, or "corner," has been the scene many times of episodes as uncivilized, if not as cruel, as the one that immortalized Squaw Rock. Here -- a spot chosen either through fancy, tradition, or even rustic fashion, or because here three townships meet -- have taken place several of those absurd bequests of barbaric peoples known as shift-marriages.