. The Century book of famous Americans : the story of a young people's pilgrimage to historic homes . b, as Jack expressed it, was too much for them. All the same, said Bert, there s no discount on this, and he swepthis hand toward the verdant landscape that lay on each side of the rumblingtrain. That man in the smoking compartment yesterday told us thatKentucky was the Lords own country; and it does look like it — on thesurface. And yet, Uncle Tom declared, no region in our land has been moretorn by ferocity and feud. Think of it! This was the dark and bloodyground —this peaceful-looking land
. The Century book of famous Americans : the story of a young people's pilgrimage to historic homes . b, as Jack expressed it, was too much for them. All the same, said Bert, there s no discount on this, and he swepthis hand toward the verdant landscape that lay on each side of the rumblingtrain. That man in the smoking compartment yesterday told us thatKentucky was the Lords own country; and it does look like it — on thesurface. And yet, Uncle Tom declared, no region in our land has been moretorn by ferocity and feud. Think of it! This was the dark and bloodyground —this peaceful-looking landscape ! Forest land, though ; not pasture then, I guess, put in practical Bert. Of course, much of it ; but just as beautiful then as now, Bert, saidUncle Tom. But it was the red-mans battle-ground. Here, again andagain, Northern and Southern Indians met in fierce struggle for the possessionof these choice hunting-grounds; here hunters and pioneers struggled withthe red owners for a foothold. Just a few miles to the south of where we are JACK ALWAYS REGISTERED. IN AND AROUND THE HERMITAGE 159. A VERITABLE GARDEN-LAND. now the Kentucky river winds its way through the region made famous byDaniel Boone; and at our very next stop—Frankfort, the capital of theState —the great frontiersman lies buried in the only six feet of Kentuckysoil that, after all he did for this region, he could call his own. There, too,in that same Frankfort cemetery, rises the monument to one whose name*and work you must recall—OHara, the soldier-poet. What, the one who wrote the Bivouac of the Dead ? cried Roger. Why, that s the poem that is cut up and posted about among all thosesoldiers graves at Arlington, said Jack. Oh, yes; just across the river from Washington, said Marian ; I re-member that. And the man who wrote that splendid poem is buried here,you say ? Just beyond us here, in Frankfort cemetery, replied Uncle Tom, whileChristine, looking through the window toward the town they were near
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