A T'housand-Mile Walk 



ford himself, a pioneer and father of the village. 

 He is a surveyor — has held all country offices, 

 and every seeker of roads and lands applies to 

 him for information. He regards all the vil- 

 lagers as his children, and all strangers who en- 

 ter Munfordville as his own visitors. Of course 

 he inquired my business, destination, et cetera, 

 and invited me to his house. 



After refreshing me with "parrs" he compla- 

 cently covered the table with bits of rocks, 

 plants, et cetera, things new and old which he 

 had gathered in his surveying walks and sup- 

 posed to be full of scientific interest. He in- 

 formed me that all scientific men applied to him 

 for information, and as I was a botanist, he 

 either possessed, or ought to possess, the knowl- 

 edge I was seeking, and so I received long 

 lessons concerning roots and herbs for every 

 mortal ill. Thanking my benefactor for his 

 kindness, I escaped to the fields and followed a 

 railroad along the base of a grand hill ridge. As 

 evening came on all the dwellings I found seemed 

 to repel me, and I could not muster courage 

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