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wheat I had ever before met with. But one great disadvantage is the want 

 of water, for the whole running streams, with which the surface of this coun- 

 try evidently once abounded, have been drained oflf to a great depth, and -now 

 murmur among these lower regions, secluded from the day. One forenoon I 

 rode nineteen miles without seeing water; while my faithful horse looked 

 round, but in vain, at every hollow, with a wishful and languishing eye, for 

 that precious element. These barrens furnished me with excellent sport in 

 shooting grouse, which abound here in great numbers ; and in the delightful 

 groves that here and there rise majestically from these plains, I found many 

 new subjects for my Ornithology. I observed all this day, far to the right, a 

 range of high rocky detached hills, or knobs, as they are called, that skirt the 

 barrens, as if they had been once the boundaries of the great lake that for- 

 merly covered this vast plain. These, I was told, abound with stone coal and 

 copperas. I crossed Big Barren river in a ferry boat, where it was about one 

 hundred yards wide; and passed a small village called Bowling Green, near 

 which I rode my horse up to the summit of one of these high insulated rocky 

 hills, or knobs, which overlooked an immense circumference of country, 

 spreading around bare and leafless, except where the groves appeared, i-n which 

 there is usually water. 



" Fifteen miles from this, induced by the novel character of the country, I 

 put up for several days,' at the house of a pious and worthy Presbyterian, 

 whence I made excursions, in all directions, through the surrounding country. 

 Between this and Red river the country had a bare and desolate appearance. 

 Caves continued to be numerous ; and report made some of them places of 

 concealment for the dead bodies of certain strangers, who had disappeared 

 there. One of these lies near the banks -of the Red river, and belongs to a 



person of the name of , a man of notoriously bad character, and 



strongly suspected, even by his neighbors, of having committed a foul murder 

 of this kind, which was related to me with all its minutiae of horrors. As this 

 man's house stands by the road side, I was induced, by motives of curiosity, 

 to stop and take a peep of him. On my arrival I found two persons in con- 

 versation under the piazza, one of whom informed me that he was the land- 

 lord. He was a dark mulatto, rather above the common size, inclining to cor- 

 pulency, with legs small in proportion to his size, and walked lame. His 

 countenance bespoke a soul capable of deeds of darkness. I had not been 

 three minutes in company when he invited the other man (who I understood 

 was a traveller), and myself, to walk back and see his cave, to which I imme- 

 -diately consented. The entrance is in the perpendicular front of a rock, 

 behind the house ; has a door with a lock and key to it, and was crowded with 

 pots of milk, placed near the running stream. The roof and sides of solid 



rock were wet and dropping with water. Desiring to walk before 



with the lights, I followed with my hand on my pistol, reconnoitering on every 

 side, and listening to his description of its length and extent. After examin- 

 ing this horrible vault for forty or fifty yards, he declined going any further, 

 complaining of a rheumatism ; and I now first perceived that the other person 

 had stayed behind, and that wo two were alone together. Confident in my 

 means of self-defence, whatever mischief the devil might suggest to him, I 



