A Thousand-Mile Walk 
geometrical beds, the whole pretty affair a 
laborious failure side by side with Divine 
beauty. The trees around the mouth of the 
cave are smooth and tall and bent forward 
at the bottom, then straight upwards. Only 
a butternut seems, by its angular knotty 
branches, to sympathize with and belong to 
the cave, with a fine growth of Cystopteris 
and Hypnum. 
Started for Glasgow Junction. Got belated 
in the hill woods. Inquired my way at a farm- 
house and was invited to stay overnight in a 
rare, hearty, hospitable manner. Engaged in 
familiar running talk on politics, war times, and 
theology. The old Kentuckian seemed to take 
a liking to me and advised me to stay in these 
hills until next spring, assuring me that I would 
find much to interest me in and about the Great 
Cave; also, that he was one of the school offi- 
cials and was sure that I could obtain their 
school for the winter term. I sincerely thanked 
him for his kind plans, but pursued my own. 
September 7. Left the hospitable Kentuck- 
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