Lots of Browns around Shunk and around Forksville.

The only "Morgan" I can recall was an old feller who used to bring sawdust to the slaughter house where I worked, for cattle bedding.
He was quite the fellow, kind of my hero. I'm guessin he was about 76 - 78 years old at the time and had him a wife about 22 -23 years old.
He was known as"tired" Morgan. You'd ask him; "how're you and he'd always just say; "tired."
Frisky old boy he was. He used to holler and cussa lot but she didn't seem to mind it --- or him.