. Kentucky log . ad on a hurryingmountain horse, bearded,unkempt and strangelytaciturn, offering no greeting. Behind hur-ried a woman, a stalwart slattern, astride abarebacked mule,her hair streaming, her limbsswinging bare and mud-splashed beneath ascant calico skirt. Without a glance theywent their way in hasty silence, leaving theday more quiet and solemn than before. We pushed on steadily toward our indeter-minate goal,the great Cumberland range risingever higher in the landscape. At last werounded a curve and it lay fair before us, amighty snow-drift of rock with clifflikecrest, sweeping
. Kentucky log . ad on a hurryingmountain horse, bearded,unkempt and strangelytaciturn, offering no greeting. Behind hur-ried a woman, a stalwart slattern, astride abarebacked mule,her hair streaming, her limbsswinging bare and mud-splashed beneath ascant calico skirt. Without a glance theywent their way in hasty silence, leaving theday more quiet and solemn than before. We pushed on steadily toward our indeter-minate goal,the great Cumberland range risingever higher in the landscape. At last werounded a curve and it lay fair before us, amighty snow-drift of rock with clifflikecrest, sweeping gracefully down to the bot-toms of the Elkhorn Creek. This flows east-ward along the mountain to meet the westwardcurrent of Russell Fork at Elkhorn Citywhence the two turbulent mountain torrentsflow northward as one peaceful commerce-bear-ing stream. We took a photo here in the lightof the setting sun, throwing purple shadowson the Cumberland Foot-Hills, in the valleyof the Elkhorn. Oh our right lay Elkhorn City.
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