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Text for Page 153 [10-03-1853]

              dome or Arbour, a very well of place with beautiful stalactites and stalag-
mites, surrounding a little Spring, hight Medora�s.     Like unclarified
ice, of a yellowish color, sometimes solid, sometimes hollow, they drip, depend
and rise, stone-impregnated water drops hanging from their solid icicle-like
points. Their beauty is however much marred by the dank yellowish 
mud coating covering them.     Standing in this pit like spot, shut in as it
were, for the descent is high and almost steep as a wall; and knowing �tis
the End of the Mammoth Cave is a sensation in its way, � something to
be remembered.           Back returning to Dismal Hollow we now go to
the left Avenue, Croghan�s Hall, a huge one in dimensions, with more
Stalagmites and Stalactites; � a screen of them barring all progress further.
There�s a hideous pit here, to the right, perhaps the deepest throughout the
whole range of caves; and into its black abysses a sooty cascade rushes,
roaring down unseen from the roof behind.   Ugh! to listen there to its
sullen continuous plunge downwards �
     Back we turned, leaving the right Avenue unexplored, (it presents but a
range of Rocky Mountains,) and by 7 or so we saw the stars and heaven�s
vault again.  Two and twenty miles cave walking, creeping, climbing and
crawling had we done.      I was wet to my knees, somewhat cut and bruised,
my sturdy boots torn irrecoverably, not very tired, but satisfied with the
Underground World.
  4.  Tuesday.  Passed in doors, in my room, for the most part, wri-
ting.   At evening by the cheery wood fire below, with Kellam and his friends.
They, having made another Cave visit to day, start for Louisiana on the mor-
row; and Kellam again renewing an invitation he had before made, that
I should accompany them, it was cordially seconded by the other two.  The notion
had flustered me a little before, � to progress on horseback through part of Kentucky
Tenesee, Alabama, Mississipi, then to cross the mighty Father of
Waters and spend a week or so on a Louisiana cotton plantation, with good               
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