August, 1918 
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tive when he made that statement. 
“Taint no wonder ’t all,” he says, "God 
rested when he made these here hills; he 
jes’ naterally had t’ quit, fer he done his 
beatenest an’ war plum gin’ out.” 
A short climb up Dewey Bald and we 
were in “Sammy’s lookout” that overlooks 
the valley of the Roark, together we held 
communion with Sammy’s spirit until the 
shrill whistling of a train passing Garber, 
where we were told “Old Matt” still lives, 
brought us back to civilization. We fol¬ 
lowed “the old trail that is nobody knows 
how old” through “Mutton Hollow,” and, 
in company with eager tourists up from 
Bransom, we crawled into a deep cavern¬ 
ous hole and down a rickety ladder into 
the cave that is so celebrated in this same 
story. This is, indeed, a literary Mecca, 
for countless travelers come here from 
Bransom to commune with the “Shepherd.” 
Bransom and her younger sister, Hol¬ 
lister, just across the river, situated as 
they are at the very railroad gates to Lake 
Taneycomo, are fast becoming typical 
tourist towns, though on a small scale. 
Several clubs have been located here, the 
members being mostly Kansas City and 
St. Louis folk attracted by the wonderful 
outing facilities this country affords. 
Lake Taneycomo, itself, is justly be¬ 
coming one of the popular resorts of the 
middle west. The lake was formed by the 
damming up of the White River by a 
power company. For more than twenty- 
five miles it winds in and out the Ozark 
hills. Crystal clear, it lies in its emerald 
setting, rivaling any of the picturesque, 
storied places of Europe. It is the second 
largest body of fresh water lying between 
the Arkansas line and the Great lakes. 
O UR pilgrimage ended, we hiked back 
to camp. We were a tired trio for 
we had walked I don’t know how 
many miles over a rough and rocky way. 
As we continued on our float we found 
the going more and more strenuous, for 
nearing Taneycomo, the current became 
more sluggish, finalR ceasing altogether. 
We then applied ourselves to the paddles. 
It is no easy task to paddle one of these 
flat bottomed, blunt nosed, overloadad 
scows. So we were glad to avail ourselves 
of the offer of a passing motor boat, “Tek 
yer in fer a dollar ’n a half.” Thus we 
came merrily and at our ease into Bran¬ 
som, our journey’s end, eleven days out 
of Galena. The usual time is about six 
days. However, those who make it in this 
time are rushed—it is float, float, float, and 
paddle, paddle, paddle, all the time. By 
taking it at our ease we had plenty of time 
to enjoy the most wonderful scenery this 
country affords, and to visit the many 
places of interest that abound here. 
It is not a trip to be made every day 
without a guide as the rapids, especially 
on the “Jim,” are very dangerous and we 
were told that we were extremely lucky in 
having as few mishaps as we did. I sup¬ 
pose that the same providence that takes 
care of children and feeble-minded also 
looks after tenderfeet! 
All too soon three very brown and very 
happy tenderfeet boarded a north bound 
train, and watched with wistful eyes, as 
they sped northward, the rolling hills of 
the James and White River country fade 
■ from view. 
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