In Bezug auf die Slave Führungen an Mammoth Cave, und eine Geschichte einer Hochzeitsfeier, deren Boot kenterte in der Höhle. Transkription: gehen Sie in zwei Jahren. Er [Stephen Bishop] ist jetzt verdienen das Geld für Sie. Sein ehemaliger Besitzer war sein Vater. Die konstante Zeitung Verherrlichung von Stephen zusammen mit der lateinischen Brocken er?s abgeholt haben ihn zu einer Höhle Löwe, und somit auch die anderen drei gute Fellows sind brüskiert in vergleichenden Bedeutungslosigkeit, alle Besucher, s Anleitung eifrig für Stephen?; in der Erwägung, dass der andere genauso gut troglodyze, sans die Anzeige der Eitelkeiten und selbst wird und harmlos braggadoc

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Regarding the slave guides at Mammoth Cave, and a tale of a wedding party whose boat capsized in the cave. Transcription: go in two years time. He [Stephen Bishop] is now earning the money for it. His former owner was his father. The constant newspaper glorification of Stephen together with the Latin scraps he ?s picked up have made him a Cave lion, and therefore the other three good fellows are snubbed into comparative insignificance, all visitors being eager for Stephen ?s guidance; whereas the others troglodyze just as well, sans the display of vanities and self will and harmless braggadocio. Mat, says Mr Miller, is the only one whose word he can thoroughly depend on. / Seated Round a blazing wood fire, Mr M; the good-looking young Southerner, hight Oliver Kellam, and I sate sociably smoking far into the night. Nought worse than a sprained ancle has occurred in cave periginations. Folk have been lost for varying times, one for a drearily-passed forty-eight hours, but discovery has always ended the horror of it. Once, owing to some fools conduct on the part of a girl a boat was sunken on Echo River. The party, a wedding one from Bowlingreen, (a little town hereabouts, ) were wetted by three feet of water, their lights extinguished, themselves horribly scared, but presently landed on a rock platform by the exertions of guide Nicholas. And then he contrived to rouse the boat, bale it out and get the party back, though in the darkness, to be rescued by Stephen, sent in by Mr Miller, who found that Green River was rising, and was anxious about the safety of the visitors. There ?s in reality little chance of danger in the Cave, excepting from an overcrowded boat and folly on the part of its occupants. Were one to sink in the deep deeper parts of Echo River, inevitable, unspeakably horrible death would result to all; the bravest swimmer might strike out in that ice-cold water and Cimmerian blackness, cluth clutching at slimy rocks offering no grip or landing place, and