. Kentucky log . ls,swelling and sinking, now on this side, nowon that, until they faded away in the haze ofthe approaching sunset. If photographs couldrecord the quality of light,one could forgivethe lack of color! A picture which would re-call the clear sky, the cool deep shadows,andthe ineffable subdued clarity of that stillafternoon light, would be worth a fortune. However, time pressed, so with an inade-quate impression in the camera, and a sadlyfallible if vivid one in mind, we followedthe road to the Breaks. Higher and higher itrose, now perched on a sheer rocky cliff, nowon a still mor
. Kentucky log . ls,swelling and sinking, now on this side, nowon that, until they faded away in the haze ofthe approaching sunset. If photographs couldrecord the quality of light,one could forgivethe lack of color! A picture which would re-call the clear sky, the cool deep shadows,andthe ineffable subdued clarity of that stillafternoon light, would be worth a fortune. However, time pressed, so with an inade-quate impression in the camera, and a sadlyfallible if vivid one in mind, we followedthe road to the Breaks. Higher and higher itrose, now perched on a sheer rocky cliff, nowon a still more nerve-trying slope of seem-ingly impossible steepness, never fenced,narrow and sharply curving. Hardly the roadfor strangers after dark,and the sun was justsetting. Still higher climbed the way, stillsteeper the cliffs, and narrower the bed ofthe boulder-fretted stream out of sight be-low. Suddenly the meaning of a mysteriousphrase struck me; everyone had been talkingof the High Narrs—n of course this was the. CHAPTER V. 72 place, the High. Narrows. Good name, and asoul-stirring scene, hy all we could see inthe dusk. But the pressing need was shelter. Welooked for Grassy Creek in vain, likewise forinhabitants to question. The country was asinnocent of houses or clearings as the wastesof the sea, and with the fading daylight theroad also petered out. Wheel tracks had longsince disappeared, and the barely traceablepath seemed about to do likewise when wefound ourselves in a bit of a tributary val-ley, down from the heights, and approaching asaw-mill and house. The road was plainer oncemore; this must be Grassy Creek, said ourhopes, possibly this may even be Mullinshouse. No one appeared at the mill, which stoodnear the road, and the house was isolated byfences. We yelled inquiries for Kullins. Noanswer, but the house was unmistakably occu-pied, and we kept on. At last a man stuck hishead out of a window and vouchsafed a sort ofgrumble about school-house— big and white—you
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