spread their great arms in welcome. I have seen oaks of many species in many kinds of exposure and soil, but those of Kentucky excel in grandeur all I have ever before beheld. They are broad and dense and bright green, and in the leafy bowers and caves of their ample branches dwell magnificent masses of shade, and every tree seems to be blessed with a double portion of strong exulting life. Walked twenty miles mostly on river bottom and found shelter in a rickety tavern. Escaped from the dust and squalor of my garret bedroom to the glorious forest. All the streams that I tasted hereabouts are salty and so are the wells. Salt River was nearly dry. Much of my way this forenoon was over naked limestone. After passing the level ground t...