Kentucky Forests and Caves 
enough to ask entertainment at any of them. 
Took refuge in a log schoolhouse that stood on 
a hillside beneath stately oaks and slept on the 
softest looking of the benches. 
September 6. Started at the earliest bird song 
in hopes of seeing the great Mammoth Cave 
before evening. Overtook an old negro driving 
an ox team. Rode with him a few miles and 
had some interesting chat concerning war, wild 
fruits of the woods, et cetera. “Right heah,” 
said he, “is where the Rebs was a-tearin’ up the 
track, and they all a sudden thought they seed 
the Yankees a-comin’, obah dem big hills dar, 
and Lo’d, how dey run.” I asked him if he 
would like a renewal of these sad war times, 
when his flexible face suddenly calmed, and he 
said with intense earnestness, “Oh, Lo’d, want 
no mo wa, Lo’d no.” Many of these Kentucky 
negroes are shrewd and intelligent, and when 
warmed upon a subject that interests them, are 
eloquent in no mean degree. 
« Arrived at Horse Cave, about ten miles from 
the great cave. The entrance is by a long easy 
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