Kentucky Forests and Caves 
I called at the homestead where my ferry- 
man informed me I would find “tollable” water. 
But, like all the water of this section that I 
have tasted, it was intolerablewith salt. Every- 
thing about this old Kentucky home bespoke 
plenty, unpolished and unmeasured. The house 
was built in true Southern style, airy, large, 
and with a transverse central hall that looks 
like a railway tunnel, and heavy rough out- 
side chimneys. The negro quarters and other 
buildings are enough in number for a village, 
altogether an interesting representative of a 
genuine old Kentucky home, embosomed in 
orchards, corn fields and green wooded hills. 
Passed gangs of woodmen engaged in fell- 
ing and hewing the grand oaks for market. 
Fruit very abundant. Magnificent flowing hill 
scenery all afternoon. Walked southeast from 
Elizabethtown till wearied and lay down in the 
bushes by guess. 
September 4. The sun was gilding the hill- 
tops when I was awakened by the alarm notes 
of birds whose dwelling in a hazel thicket I had 
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