A Thousand-Mile Walk 



the Cumberland River becomes still grander. 

 Burkesville, in beautiful location, is embosomed 

 in a glorious array of verdant flowing hills. The 

 Cumberland must be a happy stream. I think 

 I could enjoy traveling with it in the midst of 

 such beauty all my life. This evening I could 

 find none willing to take me in, and so lay down 

 on a hillside and fell asleep muttering praises 

 to the happy abounding beauty of Kentucky. 



September p. Another day in the most fa 

 vored province of bird and flower. Many rapid 

 streams, flowing in beautiful flower-bordered 

 canons embosomed in dense woods. Am seated 

 on a grand hill-slope that leans back against 

 the sky like a picture. Amid the wide waves 

 of green wood there are spots of autumnal 

 yellow and the atmosphere, too, has the dawn- 

 ings of autumn in colors and sounds. The soft 

 light of morning falls upon ripening forests of 

 oak and elm, walnut and hickory, and all Na 

 ture is thoughtful and calm. Kentucky is the 

 greenest, leafiest State I have yet seen. The 

 sea of soft temperate plant-green is deepest here. 

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