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score of things, am tired but hope for a good night's sleep though the house 

 is noisy. One month more and my roving will be done so far as Kentucky 

 is concerned for some time. Glory for that when it comes. . . . 



LOUISVILLE. 



... I arrived here in tolerable order at 4 A. M. Have just had a good 

 breakfast and am much set up thereby. Not much trouble from my cough, 

 which goes to show that knocking about agrees with me. Please take the map 

 which is in two sheets, a map from the Big Sandy to Lexington, and 

 send by express. Be on the lookout for another roll of traced maps; look up 

 accounts. I am sorry to be going away, but I shall turn my way home as 

 soon as possible. . . . 



HAMILTON, BOONE COUNTY, June, 1874. 



. . . We have reached this place, about fifty miles from Cincinnati all 

 well, no startling adventures. Can* is enjoying himself, having taken 

 greatly to the tea, of which he is a famous compounder; each brew we think 

 of you and bless your provident care. 



I see already the great profit of the journey in this fashion ; I have made 

 some important observations which had quite escaped me before. We are 

 red as boiled lobsters, sore-handed, but both quite well. No miasm observed. 

 I think the water is healthier than the bank. I shall write each day, but you 

 may not get letters oftener than twice a week, for the mails are rare in the 

 small towns. 



NORTH BEND, June 20, 1874. 



... I was glad you were so considerate as to send me the overcoat, etc. 

 You showed a fine strategic sense in your plan for intercepting us. We came 

 quietly but slowly, making only fifteen miles this day. ... I feel wonder- 

 fully better for the exercise of rowing. ... I am delighted with the chance 

 we get to see and to collect. . . . The teapot works well ; we had a good brew 



on the boat, and C was enchanted with the onions. To-morrow we hope 



to make thirty miles. I am sorry the river takes us each hour farther and 

 farther away. . . . 



Camp at BEE SPRING [no date]. 



... A plow-horse and plenty of timber brought me here before dark in 



excellent appetite for our camp fare. C has several skulls and is as happy 



as a Carib therein. The tent stands water, which is the end of my fears. 



S is more like the hero in "Chicken Hazard" than ever. P has 



made some happy efforts at camp illustration, one in which I figure hand- 

 somely. You shan't see them (happy thought) unless you come to Grayson 

 Springs. I shall be around here for at least a week, but unless you come 

 by next Friday I shall saddle my horse and go deeper into the woods. 



