A Thousand-Mile Walk 
love, marriage, and camp-meeting, according 
to the custom of the country. The old lady, 
through all the vicissitudes of the transporta- 
tion, held a bouquet of French marigolds. 
The hillsides hereabouts were bearing a fine 
harvest of asters. Reached Mount Yonah in 
the evening. Had a long conversation with an 
old Methodist slaveholder and mine owner. 
Was hospitably refreshed with a drink of fine 
cider. 
