. Highways and byways of the South. n to wonderwhat I could do if he failed to return. It would beabsolutely hopeless trying to find ones way out ofthat black labyrinth of one hundred and fifty guide had gone into a side passage, and when hereappeared he manipulated his light so as to simulatethe sunrise, and he added to the effect by imitating thecrowing of a rooster and the flapping of its and much else was odd and interesting; butnothing I saw or experienced made me desire to pro-tract my stay in those dismal depths, and 1 was notsorry when we returned to the upper worl
. Highways and byways of the South. n to wonderwhat I could do if he failed to return. It would beabsolutely hopeless trying to find ones way out ofthat black labyrinth of one hundred and fifty guide had gone into a side passage, and when hereappeared he manipulated his light so as to simulatethe sunrise, and he added to the effect by imitating thecrowing of a rooster and the flapping of its and much else was odd and interesting; butnothing I saw or experienced made me desire to pro-tract my stay in those dismal depths, and 1 was notsorry when we returned to the upper world with itslife-giving sunlight, its breezes and shifting skies, itsflowers and green foliage. Now that I had seen the great cave I went in searchof the birthplace of the most beloved of Americanpresidents — Abraham Lincoln. He began life aboutsixty miles south of Louisville in central Kentucky. 154 Highways and Byways of the South There, near Hodgensville, his father bought a Httlefarm and built a humble cabin, and this cabin was. Hodgensville the future presidents home for four years. Hodgens-ville is the county seat, but it is not much of a place— just a few stores and shops grouped around a two-story brick court-house that adjoins an open squareof hard-trodden earth. On the square the countrypeople hitch their horses to some lines of railings setup there for the purpose. Possibly a third of thehorses are attached to vehicles and the rest merelysaddled. Many of them had colts tagging about themat the time of my spring visit, and the rustic look ofthe village was farther emphasized by numerous cows The Birthplace of Lincohi 15^ * that wandered through or lingered in the while I was in the town there was an alarm offire. I heard the sudden shouts, and then the clang-ing of the court-house bell, and I saw wisps of smokerising through the roof of a dwelling that stood amongthe village stores. The public ways were immediatelyfull of people, running and excited, an
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