Following is one of the Biographies and Stories which where gathered by Charles Sumner McKamy in the 1950s for publication in a Crawford County History Book. Unfortunately he passed away before the book was published.
Nathan Musgrave -- (as written by Mahlon Musgrave) a good old Quaker from North Carolina, came to this settlement in the Spring of 1826. He left his old home in 1823 as a leader of a large company bound for the great west. There was Mrs. Zylpha Cox, a widow, who was his mother-in-law; William Cox, her son; A.R. Raines; John R. Hurst; Phillip Musgrave, James Boswell, Joseph Green, Axum Morris, Phillip Corbett and family and Benjamin Dunn and wife. Benjamin died on the road, and like Moses, never reached the promised land. They first stopped in Union County where they remained about three years and then came to Crawford County, all of them, except Morris, Corbett and Phillip Musgrave. Mrs. Cox's sons were William, Thomas and Wiley and William was the first Post Master in Hutsonville (Office opened January 2, 1833); also, William and William Hurst were the first merchants in Hutsonville. Nathan Musgrave has but one son, William P. and a daughter living, Mrs. Belle Kennedy. William T. Musgrave came to this township in 1833, where he married Eliza Ann, a daughter of Mrs. Zylpha Cox.
When Nathan Musgrave came here he found two or three families living in the neighborhood where he settled, among the Lindleys. Thomas Lindley was living where his son John H. died several years ago. He was from Virginia, it is believed, and died upon the place where he settled. His sons were Abraham, William, John H. and Morton. He had two brothers, Samuel and William, also early settlers in this part of the township.
Young Sam Lindley, as he was called, is a son of William, and Rebecca, a daughter of William, who married Henry Raines. Nathan Musgrave lived to a ripe old age and amassed a fortune. One of the boys who came here with old Nathan Musgrave took his first lessons in honest, uprightness and square dealing, which have marked his course through a long life from him. We mean "Uncle Jake Hurst". He came here but a boy and lived with Nathan Musgrave, in fact, was mostly raised by the good old Quaker, and imbibed many of his sterling qualities. The lessons thus learned have been his guide through life, so that now when he stands upon a spot from which he can see the evening twilight creeping, the name of John R. Hurst is without blot or blemish. And when the race is nearly run, to see this venerable, white-haired old man, and his white-haired companion, hand-in-hand, passing along, nearing the journey's end, receiving the love and reference of all, is a picture that many loving hearts would wish might never fade.