A ’Thousand- Mile TValk 
believe in Providence,” said he. “Our fathers 
came into these valleys, got the richest of them, 
and skimmed off the cream of the soil. The 
worn-out ground won’t yield no roastin’ ears 
now. But the Lord foresaw this state of af- 
fairs, and prepared something else for us. And 
what is it? Why He meant us to bust open 
these copper mines and gold mines, so that 
we may have money to buy the corn that we 
cannot raise.” A most profound observation. 
September 18. Up the mountain on the state 
line. The scenery is far grander than any I 
ever before beheld. The view extends from the 
Cumberland Mountains on the north far into 
Georgia and North Carolina to the south, an 
area of about five thousand square miles. Such 
an ocean of wooded, waving, swelling moun- 
tain beauty and grandeur is not to be described. 
Countless forest-clad hills, side by side in rows 
and groups, seemed to be enjoying the rich 
sunshine and remaining motionless only be- 
cause they were so eagerly absorbing it. All 
were united by curves and slopes of inimitable 
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