Kentucky Forests and Caves 



enough to ask entertainment at any of them. 

 Took refuge in a log schoolhouse that stood on 

 a hillside beneath stately oaks and slept on the 

 softest looking of the benches. 



September 6. Started at the earliest bird song 

 in hopes of seeing the great Mammoth Cave 

 before evening. Overtook an old negro driving 

 an ox team. Rode with him a few miles and 

 had some interesting chat concerning war, wild 

 fruits of the woods, et cetera. &quot;Right heah,&quot; 

 said he, &quot;is where the Rebs was a-tearin j up the 

 track, and they all a sudden thought they seed 

 the Yankees a-comin , obah dem big hills dar, 

 and Lo d, how dey run.&quot; I asked him if he 

 would like a renewal of these sad war times, 

 when his flexible face suddenly calmed, and he 

 said with intense earnestness, &quot;Oh, Lo d, want 

 no mo wa, Lo d no.&quot; Many of these Kentucky 

 negroes are shrewd and intelligent, and when 

 warmed upon a subject that interests them, are 

 eloquent in no mean degree. 

 &amp;gt; Arrived at Horse Cave, about ten miles from 

 the great cave. The entrance is by a long easy 



