Kentucky Forests and Caves 



ians with their sincere good wishes and bore 

 away southward again through the deep green 

 woods. In noble forests all day. Saw mistletoe 

 for the first time. Part of the day I traveled 

 with a Kentuckian from near Burkesville. He 

 spoke to all the negroes he met with familiar 

 kindly greetings, addressing them always as 

 &quot;Uncles&quot; and &quot;Aunts.&quot; All travelers one meets 

 on these roads, white and black, male and 

 female, travel on horseback. Glasgow is one 

 of the few Southern towns that shows ordinary 

 American life. At night with a well-to-do 

 farmer. 



September 8. Deep, green, bossy sea of wav 

 ing, flowing hilltops. Corn and cotton and to 

 bacco fields scattered here and there. I had 

 imagined that a cotton field in flower was 

 something magnificent. But cotton is a coarse, 

 rough, straggling, unhappy looking plant, not 

 half as good-looking as a field of Irish potatoes. 



Met a great many negroes going to meeting, 

 dressed in their Sunday best. Fat, happy look 

 ing, and contented. The scenery on approaching 

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