A Quaint old Mill, with an Overshot Wheel. 



A MOUNTAIN TRAMP— I. 



IF THESE papers are not so entirely horticultural 

 as the readers of The American Garden have 

 been accustomed to look for in their favorite 

 magazine, the writer begs to say in explanation 

 that he found certain other indigenous products of 

 the Tennessee mountains, /. e., the men and women 

 who have their being there, of quite as much inter- 

 est as the fruits and flowers of that rugged soil. 

 This was my thought as I stood upon the platform 



of a desolate little railway station and watched the 

 train that had brought me — the only visible connect- 

 ing link between myself and civilization — speeding 

 away again into the busy world that lay beyond that 

 furthest range of hills. Then I turned to my friend, 

 who was waiting : " My mission can best be repre- 

 sented by a huge interrogation point," I said. "I 

 want to know all about the mountains, the people, 

 their history, habits, traditions, occupations, etc., 



