Kentucky Forests and Caves 
ians with their sincere good wishes and bore 
away southward again through the deep green 
woods. In noble forests all day. Saw mistletoe 
for the first time. Part of the day I traveled 
with a Kentuckian from near Burkesville. He 
spoke to all the negroes he met with familiar 
kindly greetings, addressing them always as 
“Uncles” and “Aunts.” All travelers one meets 
on these roads, white and black, male and 
female, travel on horseback. Glasgow is one 
of the few Southern towns that shows ordinary 
American life. At night with a well-to-do 
farmer. 
September 8. Deep, green, bossy sea of wav- 
ing, flowing hilltops. Corn and cotton and to- 
bacco fields scattered here and there. I had 
imagined that a cotton field in flower was 
something magnificent. But cotton is a coarse, 
rough, straggling, unhappy looking plant, not 
half as good-looking as a field of Irish potatoes. 
Met a great many negroes going to meeting, 
dressed in their Sunday best. Fat, happy look- 
ing, and contented. The scenery on approaching 
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