A 'Thousand- Mile VTalk 
ford himself, a pioneer and father of the village. 
He is a surveyor — has held all country offices, 
and every seeker of roads and lands applies to 
him for information. He regards all the vil- 
lagers as his children, and all strangers who en- 
ter Munfordville as his own visitors. Of course 
he inquired my business, destination, et cetera, 
and invited me to his house. 
After refreshing me with “parrs” he compla- 
cently covered the table with bits of rocks, 
plants, et cetera, things new and old which he 
had gathered in his surveying walks and sup- 
posed to be full of scientific interest. He in- 
formed me that all scientific men applied to him 
for information, and as I was a botanist, he 
either possessed, or ought to possess, the knowl- 
edge I was seeking, and so I received long 
lessons concerning roots and herbs for every 
mortal ill. Thanking my benefactor for his 
kindness, I escaped to the fields and followed a 
railroad along the base of a grand hill ridge. As 
evening came on all the dwellings I found seemed 
to repel me, and I could not muster courage 
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