Kersey

Hencefoorth my wooing minde ſhalbe expreſt / In ruſſet yeas, and honeſt kerſie noes.

[T]here was a Report, that one of our Ships having by Stealth delivered her Cargo, among which was ſome Bales of Engliſh Cloth, Cotton, Kerſyes, and ſuch like Goods, the Spaniards cauſed all the Goods to be burnt, and puniſhed the Men with Death who were concern'd in carrying them on Shore.

In Adirondac lakes, / At morn or noon, the guide rows bareheaded: / Shoes, flannel shirt, and kersey trousers make / His brief toilette […]

The village itself, however, is invisible until you come to a corner with an archaic wooden pump high on the right bank, turn, and then suddenly, there it is - all of Kersey, running steeply down The Street to a water-splash through a tributary of the Brett, and up again, just as steeply, to the summit of Church Hill.