A Thousand-Mile Walk 



love, marriage, and camp-meeting, according 

 to the custom of the country. The old lady, 

 through all the vicissitudes of the transporta 

 tion, held a bouquet of French marigolds. 



The hillsides hereabouts were bearing a fine 

 harvest of asters. Reached Mount Yonah in 

 the evening. Had a long conversation with an 

 old Methodist slaveholder and mine owner. 

 Was hospitably refreshed with a drink of fine 

 cider. 



