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Blooded Horses Are Revered is Kentucky.
Prepared by National Geographic Society.
Washington, D. 0.—WNU Service.
SOME 40,000 acres of land,
much of it magnificent virgin
forest, will be included in the
Mammoth Cave National park
In Kentucky, n the long struggle to
establish this national park, Mau
rice H. Thatcher, for many years
United States representative from
Kentucky, was a prime mover.
Discovered in 1803, Mammoth
Cave was considered the largest
national cavern in America until
the exploration of the Carlsbad
caverns in New Mexico. The un
derground passages are of re
markable extent, probably under
mining the entire area of the pro
posed park development. Almost
every dweller in the neighborhood
has a cave of his own, to which
he seeks to attract visitors.
Underground rivers in which
swim eyeless fish are a weird fea
ture of the caves. Besides these
there are vast stalactites and sta
lagmites, the best of which are
seen in the part of the cavern
reached through the Now En
trance. A “frozen Niagara” of
salmon-colored rock and a stalac
tite, which, when illuminated by
an electric light placed behind it,
shadows the perfectly molded form
of a beautiful woman stepping
down as if to bathe in the sub
terranean river, are unique.
There are onyx caves and crys
tal caves; one might profitably
pass weeks going through them all.
It was in one of these that Floyd
Collins met his death.
Beyond Mammoth Cave to the
west winds the beautiful Green
river known as one of the deepest
fresh water streams in the coun
try.
In this neighborhood was shed
the first Kentucky blood of the Civ
il war, when Granville Allen was
shot Families were torn asunder
by the difference of allegiance.
Few states knew the horror of Civ
il war as did Kentucky. To un
derstand what war meant to the
border people, one needs only to
be reminded that Jefferson Davis
was bom near Hopkinsville, not
far from Bowling Green, and that
Abraham Lincoln was bom near
Hodgenville, a few miles to the
north.
Birthplace of Lincoln.
At Hodgenville, a stately memo-,
rial shelters the humble log cabin
in which Lincoln was born. Sim
plicity marks the place as it
marked the great soul it fostered.
Visitors pause for a drink from
the Lincoln spring.
Memories of Lincoln linger in
the very air between Hodgenville
and Bardstown. To Knob creek
the Lincoln family moved before
young Abraham was two years old.
and there they lived until he was
eight. His earliest recollections,
he wrote, were of Knob creek, and
how he was saved from drowning
there by the quick aid of a chum,
Not much chance of drowning in
the creek now; it is little more
than a rivulet
If there is a house in the world
worthy to inspire music, it is “My
Old Kentucky Home," near Bards
town. While a guest in the house,
then owned by his kinsfolk, the
Rowan family, Stephen Collins'Fos
ter composed that deathless bal
lad, “My Old Kentucky Home.”
He wrote the music, it is said,
at a desk in the wide hall, the sun
streaming through the door open
ing toward the slave quarters.
That selfsame desk still stands in
its wonted place, the most pre
cious of Kentucky’s furniture rel
ics.
Even without the Foster tradi
tion. the home would be priceless.
. It makes no attempt at ostentation,
but it is peopled with ghosts at
the fine old South.*
In Bardstown is St Joseph's ca
thedral, in which are displayed
several original paintings by great
masters. They are believed to
have been a gift to the church by
Louis Philippe.
Not far from the town is Geth
semane, a retreat of Trappist
monks, one of two such monaster
ies in the United States.
Louisville, the city 'of George
Rogers Clark, comes next on your
itinerary, northwestward over 'an
excellent highway. It was there
that the doughty soldier ended his
days in bitterness over the ingrati
tude of die nation he had spent his
all to aid.
At Iiouisville, too, are the home
and tomb of President Zachary
Taylor, “Old Rough and Ready."
His daughter Knox was wooed and
won by Jefferson Davis, then a
young lieutenant in the general's
command*
To lovers of horse racing, Louis
ville is a tnecca when the Kentucky
Derby is run at Churchill Downs.
Where Baseball Bats Are Made.
At the Louisville Slugger factory,
baseball bats for roahy of the fa
mous players are hand-turned by
skilled workmen. The second
growth ash comes to the factory in
rough billets. These billets are
rounded and laid on racks to sea
son for 17 months before they are
made into bats. Because ball play
ers are particular about the weight
and balance of their bats, each step
in the shaping of the sluggers re
quires the utmost care. Special
orders are prepared by hand work- <
era. Thousands of bats, however,
are made by machinery.
From Louisville it is a pleasant
trip to Frankfort, the hill-encircled 1
capital of Kentucky. The old ^
Statehouse, now a museum, is an
architectural gem of pure Greek
design. Within it is a self-support
ing circular stairway, one of the
few remaining. The new State
house is a splendid structure, with
a magnificent rotunda under the
vaulted dome.
It is strangely fitting that Daniel
Boone is buried in the cemetery
overlooking the capital of the state
he helped win from the wilderness.
From the path around his tomb *
one looks down to the broad valley
of the beautiful Kentucky river.
The heart of the Blue Grass is
the home of the thoroughbred. To
one who has striven futilely, baffled
by crab grass, to encourage a J
lawn, the sight of those blue-grass
pastures brings mixed feelings.
One does not feel outraged to see
splendid horses browsing on such
lawns, but one is hard put to es
cape taking affront rt cows and
sheep feeding in the velvety car
pets.
Horses in the Blue Grass are
monarchs of the earth. On some
of the famous (arms the huge cir- ,
cular stables house quarter-mile
exercise tracks floored with tan
bark.
The thoroughbred is nurtured
more carefully than a baby-show
contender. A few hours after he is
born he is fitted with a halter, that
he may become used to the equip- '
ment He is permitted out of doors
only when conditions are exactly
right If he scratches his silky
skin, he is plastered with antisep
tic and put in a hospital. He
drinks only from his own special
bucket and his diet would be the
despair of a French chef.
The owner of one farm cut by a
highway has a tunnel under the
road through which his thorough
breds may be led without danger
from passing automobiles.
There is a thrill in visiting the
stable that housed Man-o’-War,
Golden Broom, Crusader, and
Mars.
Lexington b Charming.
In itself Lexington has a wealth
of charm as well as historic inter
est The University of Kentucky is
there, its mellow old buildings scat
tered over a shady campus. In the
study room at the College of Engi
neering, heavy tables, with tops
fashioned of thick sections of a ven
erable sycamore tree that once
grew on the campus, are treasured
relics covered with carved names
of alumni.
Another fine educational institu
tion in Lexington is Transylvania
college, the first school for higher
education west of the Alleghenies.
There Jefferson Davis and Henry 1
Clay were once students. The li
brary of this school contains thou
sands of volumes so rare that
scholars from all over the world
come to consult them.
Ashland, restored home of Henry
Clay, stands on the outskirts of
the city. On the walk behind the
house the magnetic orator and
statesman used to pace back and
forth planning his speeches.
Through the perfect green of the
Blue Grass country you may drive
to High Bridge, where a railroad
bridge 317 feet above the water
, spans the Kentucky. Crossing the
river, on a ferry, you approach old
Shakertown, once the home of a 1
strange sect who believe in celi
bacy and the coming of the millen
nium.
Another place of Interest in a
swing south of Lexington is the
old fort at Harrodsburg, where
George Rogers Clark planned his
campaigns. The fort has been re
stored and is open as a museum.
At Berea college you see the re
markable results of vocational
education brought to mountain
whites. One cannot escape a feel
ing of humility at sight of fee in
dustry of these students.