more prolonged than those of their upper-air distance. There were
three or four such ascents and descents about the place.

My host was a breeder of race-horses, and had imported sires from
England; of sheep also, and had imported famous rams; of cattle too,
and was great in bulls. He was very loud in praise of Kentucky and
its attractions, if only this war could be brought to an end. But I
could not obtain from him an assurance that the speculation in which
he was engaged had been profitable. Ornamental farming in England
is a very pretty amusement for a wealthy man, but I fancy--without
intending any slight on Mr. Mechi--that the amusement is expensive.
I believe that the same thing may be said of it in a slave State.

Frankfort is the capital of Kentucky, and is as quietly dull a
little town as I ever entered. It is on the River Kentucky, and as
the grounds about it on every side rise in wooded hills, it is a
very pretty place. In January it was very pretty, but in summer it
must be lovely. I was taken up to the cemetery there by a path
along the river, and am inclined to say that it is the sweetest
resting-place for the dead that I have ever visited. Daniel Boone
lies there. He was the first white man who settled in Kentucky; or
rather, perhaps, the first who entered Kentucky with a view to a
white man's settlement. Such frontier men as was Daniel Boone never
remained long contented with the spots they opened. As soon as he
had left his mark in that territory he went again farther west, over
the big rivers into Missouri, and there he died. But the men of
Kentucky are proud of Daniel Boone, and so they have buried him in
the loveliest spot they could select, immediately over the river.
Frankfort is worth a visit, if only that this grave and graveyard
may be seen. The legislature of the State was not sitting when I