On the Mexican highlands, with a passing glimpse of Cuba (1906) (14592495910)

Identifier: onmexicanhighlan01edwa (find matches)
Title: On the Mexican highlands, with a passing glimpse of Cuba
Year: 1906 (1900s)
Authors: Edwards, William Seymour, 1856-1915
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Publisher: Cincinnati, Press of Jennings and Graham
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress



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melted em up Into bul-lets agen, and sent em back whar they cum from.Did you kill him? I asked. The square jawsbroadened grimly, and he said, Wall, I do nt sayI killed him, but he aint been seen aboot tharsence. I offered him one of my best cigars, andturned to the subject of the horses of Kentucky.He was going to Lexington, he said, to attend thehorse sales the coming week and he begged me tolight off with him, for he was sure I would therefind a beast I would delight to own. I prom-sled to visit him some day when I should return,and he has vouched to receive me with all the hos-pitality for which Kentucky mountaineers, as wellas blue grass gentlemen, are famed. When we had come quite through the hillregion, we rolled out Into a country with bettersoil, and land more generally cleared, and muchin grass. It was the renowned blue grass sectionof Kentucky, and at dark we were In Lexington.Twinkling lights were all that I could see of thenoted town. The people who were about the sta- i8
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LOG CABIN OF KENTUCKY MOUNTAINEER Flying Impressions tion platform were well dressed and looked wellfed, and a number of big men climbed aboard. We arrived at Louisville half an hour late.This was fortunate, for we had to wait only anhour for the train to Memphis, via Paducah. Twoladies, who sat behind me when I entered the carat Charleston, stood beside me when I secured myticket in the Memphis sleeper and took the sectionnext to mine. It had been my intention to changetrains at Memphis, take the Yazoo Valley Railwayand go via Vicksburg, thinking that I might seesomething of the Mississippi River; but in themorning I met a young engineer of the IllinoisCentral Railroad, who told me that this route hada very bad track, the cars were poor, the trainsslow, while the line itself lay ten or twelve milesback from the river so that I should never see it;therefore, I decided to stick to the through fasttrain on which I had started, and go on to NewOrleans by the direct route down through cen