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carried by the water. Presently the water fell into a sort of pit in 

 the rocks, and was entirely lost from sight. 



Flora. Why, Mr. Forrester, where does the water go to ? I 

 should think that the pit would be filled up. 



.17. F. Perhaps it has no bottom to it. I will warrant you that 

 the water finds the ocean in some way. Kentucky is a queer state 

 in this respect. There are several caves and deep chasms in the 

 rc:ks within her borders, and the sound of water can frequently be 

 heard in them. The great Mammoth cave has been explored more 

 than three miles under ground. At this point one of these under- 

 . >und rivers runs directly across the path. It is a stream cf respect- 

 able size, and it here falls over a precipice I dare noc say how 

 deep but it must be a great ways. The roar of the water below 

 is distant, yet the air around seems to be shaken by the fall. Who 

 can tell how much longer this cave is ? Perhaps it ?nay, at some 

 future day, be explored a great distance further. But there is yet 

 something wonderful in regard to this cave to tell you. In the water 

 above spoken of there are a multitude of fish without eyes. When I 

 first learned this, I confess that my belief was staggered. But I can- 

 not doubt now that such is the fact. They not only have no eyes, but 

 there are not any of the optical nerves in the head, usually found con- 

 necting the eye with the brain. Here we have a striking instance of the 

 wisdom of our Creator. These fish have no use for eyes. They are 

 i up in a dark dungeon, away from the light forever. Yet it is just 

 as difficult to catch these fish as though they had the best of eyes. He 

 who " tempers the wind to the shorn lamb," has not left them defence- 

 less. Their sense of feeling is so perfect that upon the approach of a 

 ner, with which they are sometimes taken, they will dart away in an in- 

 stant, and it requires considerable skill and patience to capture them. 

 You would suppose that without eyes they would be continually run- 



.g their noses against the rocks ; but it is not so. Their other fine 

 senses, of which we know nothing, tell them when they are in danger. 

 Wonderful as this is, plainly as the hand of an all-wise Providence is 

 here displayed, it is but one page from the great book of Nature. Look 

 around you where you will, and God is written everywhere. Not 

 only in these little fishes, created without eyes, because they are 

 placed where the light of day never penetrates, but everywhere, in 



