A Thousand-Mile Walk 
the Cumberland River becomes still grander. 
Burkesville, in beautiful location, is embosomed 
in a glorious array of verdant flowing hills. The 
Cumberland must be a happy stream. I think 
I could enjoy traveling with it in the midst of 
such beauty all my life. This evening I could 
find none willing to take me in, and so lay down 
on a hillside and fell asleep muttering praises 
to the happy abounding beauty of Kentucky. 
September 9. Another day in the most fa- 
vored province of bird and flower. Many rapid 
streams, flowing in beautiful flower-bordered 
canons embosomed in dense woods. Am seated 
on a grand hill-slope that leans back against 
the sky like a picture. Amid the wide waves 
of green wood there are spots of autumnal 
yellow and the atmosphere, too, has the dawn- 
ings of autumn in colors and sounds. The soft 
light of morning falls upon ripening forests of 
oak and elm, walnut and hickory, and all Na- 
ture is thoughtful and calm. Kentucky is the 
greenest, leafiest State I have yet seen. The 
sea of soft temperate plant-green is deepest here. 
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