It was all the more remarkable as no region in the world is better
watered than Kentucky, with many great rivers, more small ones, and
innumerable creeks and brooks. There are few points in the state where
a man can be more than a mile from running water.
The dryness impressed Dick. They had dust here, as they had had it in
Virginia, but there it was trampled up by great armies. Here it was
raised by their own little party, and as the October winds swept across
the dry fields it filled their eyes with particles. Yet it was one of
the finest regions of the world, underlaid with vitalizing limestone,
a land where the grass grows thick and long and does not die even in
winter.
"If one were superstitious," said Dick, "he could think it was a
punishment sent upon us all for fighting so much, and for killing so many
men about questions that lots of us don't understand, and that at least
could have been settled in some other way."
"It's easy enough to imagine it so," said Warner in his precise way,
"but after all, despite the reasons against it, here we are fighting and
killing one another with a persistence that has never been surpassed.
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