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our legs, drank of the water, admired the 

 flowers and ferns, talking all the while (it 

 was here that my companion told a story of 

 a young theologian from Grant University, 

 who, in a solemn discourse, spoke repeatedly 

 of Jacob as having "euchred his brother 

 out of his birthright "), and then, while a 

 "pheasant" drummed near by, took our 

 places again in the buggy. 



Another stage, still through the oak 

 woods, and we were at Signal Point, famous 

 in local tradition, at least as the station 

 from which General Sherman signaled en- 

 couragement to the Union army beleaguered 

 in Chattanooga, in danger of starvation or 

 surrender. I had looked at the bold, jut- 

 ting crags from Lookout Mountain and else- 

 where, and rejoiced at last to stand upon them. 



It would have been delightful to spend 

 a long day there, lying upon the cliffs and 

 enjoying the prospect, which, without being 

 so far-reaching as from Point Lookout, or 

 even from the eastern brim of Walden, is 

 yet extensive and surpassingly beautiful. 

 The visitor is squarely above the river, 

 which here, in the straitened valley between 

 the Bidge and Raccoon Mountain, grows 



