A Thousand- Mile Walk 



geometrical beds, the whole pretty affair a 

 laborious failure side by side with Divine 

 beauty. The trees around the mouth of the 

 cave are smooth and tall and bent forward 

 at the bottom, then straight upwards. Only 

 a butternut seems, by its angular knotty 

 branches, to sympathize with and belong to 

 the cave, with a fine growth of Cystopteris 

 and Hypnum. 



Started for Glasgow Junction. Got belated 

 in the hill woods. Inquired my way at a farm 

 house and was invited to stay overnight in a 

 rare, hearty, hospitable manner. Engaged in 

 familiar running talk on politics, war times, and 

 theology. The old Kentuckian seemed to take 

 a liking to me and advised me to stay in these 

 hills until next spring, assuring me that I would 

 find much to interest me in and about the Great 

 Cave; also, that he was one of the school offi 

 cials and was sure that I could obtain their 

 school for the winter term. I sincerely thanked 

 him for his kind plans, but pursued my own. 



September 7. Left the hospitable Kentuck- 

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