Locating old Port Hope

Last month I asked you if you knew where the Port Hope settlement was. I didn’t know then and probably you didn’t know either. Now you will find out. The information is taken from an old Creemore Star, Feb. 13, 1918. And as well, about Elm Corners.
I will try to explain the location of Elm Corners mentioned in the article (author unknown). When travelling west on County Road 9 about half way to Dunedin there is a turn to the left. Rather than turning, keep straight on west on Sideroad 9/10. At a dead end turn to the right (north), go a short distance to a stop sign and come out on the Eighth Line. Here the Eighth Line curves to the south-west. The triangle formed by these roads and the steep hill to the south was called Elm Corners.
To the south-west angle stood the old Orange Hall in which was spent many a pleasant time – a supper or ball of the old social kind. This lodge was later moved to Glen Huron. (Note: it was moved from Glen Huron to the end of the Ninth Line off Sideroad 12/13.) Near the triangle to the north stood the only frame cottage in the place. Here many a puzzled traveler, at the parting of the ways, got warmed and refreshed and put happy on his right road. Still north beyond the corporations was the tannery operated by Alex Campbell. The grinding stone of his tannery is doing service in tire-setting in a nearby village. (Note: This was Dunedin. Does anyone know if the stone is still there?)
Now about the Port Hope settlement. This refers to the farms along the Eighth Line from Elm Corners to Dunedin. The settlement appears to have been named by the Best family, John, Robert, George and William. Many names are mentioned in the article, none of which are familiar in this area now.
The author goes on to say that his earliest recollections were that of a barn raising and a wedding. Those were the days of the charivari (pronounced shivaree) held in earnest if the parties had conducted their affair without the guests, but the honour of the place forbad all annoyance to those who did it up in fine style.
Of the transient characters of the place mention might be made of Sandy Bob Davidson, who could dig a well, blast a stone or perchance a good name; John Barrot; Thomas Boyle, a typical Irishman of the peasant class; Hugh Allen, noted over the district as the leading professor of potash lore, and many a pleasant evening the boys spent in the lonely shanty as he spun his old-time yarns; Zenneth Roadhouse, a labourer, later was rounded up at Beeton Refuge.
Those were the days of the typical tramp and many there were who passed this way. Each had his stopping place, and each settler thought his tramp was the best.
Port Hope has passed; the sturdy fathers have passed, the sons are spread far and wide. Prosperity and kind fortune have smiled bountifully, but may I ask will the hospitality and the true neighbour compare with the good old days when fortune meant a shanty full of boys and girls and wheat enough left for the next grist?