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stood in the large blue-grass pasture just west 

 of my camp. A sectional map of the county 

 with the sites of these old dwellings marked 

 thereon would be an interesting possession. The 

 springs near which these cabins were erected 

 are many of them still flowing, though with 

 greatly diminished output. The people whom 

 the springs attracted, the homes which they 

 caused to be erected are gone vanished forever 

 from sight, and almost from the memory of 

 man. An old apple tree or two, a pile of rude 

 foundation stones, perhaps an old hewn log or 

 a few half baked brick, a sweetbrier bush, a 

 clump of catnip, horehound, burdock or holly- 

 hock are the only signs left that here was once 

 a house, the home of smiling women and merry 

 children. 



My canvas home, also erected where it is be- 

 cause a spring purls forth from a hillside, in a 

 few hours will too have vanished and only these 

 notes and memory will remain to recall to me 

 at times twelve days of June-time in which 

 peace was with me and content a possession of 

 my soul. 



