The Pulaskian., 1919-08-01
l DID NOT GET LOST.

Nicely, who has been in very feeble health for the past year. At the 1 Brooks farm asked for directions, but failed to follow them and found myself away south of my course in the cut over land. At the Charles Waldern homestead I stopped, consulted my map and struck out on course which brought me to the Grover Hopkins house. As no one was living there I did not recognize it and struck course for the Big Maumelle 1 struck farm at the little cabin on the back ,side, which I recognized at once. There is something peculiarly attractive about this cabin for me and something very confusing about these woods, as I generally get off my course when I go through them and always find myself at the little cabin. Then I went on to Charley Waldern's. They were just finishing dinner and place was fixed for me and forgot my long weary tramp
 My first night out on this trip spent with Jake Boshears. Mrs Boshears, for supper, drew bucket of butter milk out of the well (Did you know a buttermilk we'll is one of the finest institutions to be found in these hills during this hot weather?) and if it had not been for the fact that had to drink coffee to keep from having the l headache 1 would not have drank anything else. Luckily Mrs. Boshears made the coffee so good and strong that I only had to drink half cup of | it, so I did not lose much buttermilk anyway The next night I spent with Lee Folly and they had equally as good a buttermilk well. It maybe this buttermilk was too good and I drank too much of it, for I felt so utterly played out I had to return home to rest.
 l Jake Boshears, about month ago, killed the largest wildcat he ever saw, and he has seen quite few, for he is one of the old-time hunters, who was raised in these woods. One of his hounds trailed it from their home into the Fourche River ranch, where he shot it. It was a, foot and half high and four and one-half feet long. These two dogs will run nothing but wildcats and wolves and MT. Boshears says he could not live here but for them.
 After breakfast Dess Boshears took me out and showed me some romantic looking hills. At one place two piles of rock project above the surface in the edge of the Maumelle bottoms until from the top you can see all the sur rounding country and the mountains for miles away. They are solid rock from top to bottom, and the first one, Which is peak. has a nook in the north side of it which has the appear ance Of containing cave. Though Dess was born and raised there. he said he had never climbed up into if and did not suppose anyone else had. At the risk of breaking my neck Il climbed into it and might have gone higher but time was pressing.
 Elijah Boshears gave me a very fine black Indian spearhead exactly five inches long by even one and one-half inches wide. I presume 1t is made of black obsidian
 Elijah Mcdonald gave me a very pretty crystal, and I believe Elijah Folly did also. Elijahs are plentiful here and I presume they do lot of phophesying. These last two Elijahs are young enough to retain their baby ish looks and are very pretty and are inseparable companions at Sunday school and other public gatherings, while Elijah Boshears, being older, is more boyish in his ways, but is fine little fellow nevertheless.
 B. w. Higginbotham has found twenty-three bee trees this year, while Lee Folly has only found sixteen. Lee claims the reason he falls behind is that Mir. Higginbotham, having more cattle on the range, has better ex- cuse for being in the woods than he.
 have been working on my spring quite good deal the past month and am getting it in a shape that tie neigh bors are bragging on it. Nearby is an Indian mound. I let my fancy carry me back to the time when Lu-a-kin. a great Indian chief, built here a two story house, with mud walls three feet thick for hls pretty daughter, Lulu a-lka, who. at their triyal village. had 1