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  • BUSHWHACKING OVER CLINGMANS DOME [Editor's note: The following letter, written by A. A. Chable of Knoxville to his author friend in North Carolina, gives an account of a unique experience in tramping, camping, and mountain climbing. Mr. Chable and his brother, equipped with shelter tent and light camping paraphernalia, walked from Elkmont, Tenn., to Bryson City, N. C, hunting and fishing on the way. On their return, without guides, they undertook to blaze a trail across Clingmans Dome, the highest and at that time most inaccessible peak of the Appalachian range. By climbing trees and following the compass closely, they finally, after three days' tramping in the jungle, extricated themselves. They covered over 30 miles of primitive wilderness with no sign of a trail. The letter is made available through the courtesy of E. Guy Frizzell, who called it to the editor's attention; Mr. Chable himself; and the Knoxville Journal, formerly the Daily Journal ami Tribune, which published the letter July 31, 1910.] Bryson City, N. C. Dear Mr. Kephart: I have your good letter acknowledging receipt of my note, upon my arrival home. Complying with your request, I will endeavor in a brief manner to give you an outline of our three days' wandering in the wilderness in our efforts to establish a shorter trail across the Great Smoky Range. After telling you good-bye on the waters of Deep Creek in Swain County, North Carolina, we endeavored to press forward along or near the crest of the ridge, but going got worse and worse, and finally we saw that it would be impossible to go forward by this route, as so much of the balsam timber was down, and the young balsams were so thick that you could see only a few feet in any direction. We held a "council of war" on the interlacing tree trunks, at a distance of some ten feet from the ground. We decided that we had better turn to our left and strike No Land Creek, with a view of ascending Clingmans Dome by the creek route. It took us nearly an hour to work our way to the creek, for in addition to the dense growth of balsam, the rhododendron became thicker and thicker as we approached the creek. It had an obnoxious fashion, new to us, of lying almost flat on the ground, with the tips of the limbs also growing into the earth. Falls? Please do not ask how- many. No Land Creek We finally reached the creek, with every thread of our garments reeking with perspiration. We at once saw that going up stream was impossible, as the flow of water was small and the bed of the creek filled with an impenetrable mass of old logs over which the laurel, briars, and dog-hobbie had created a barrier to be negotiated about as easily as scaling Gibraltar. We then saw that our course to the top of the mountain to the northward and northwestward was cut off. We realized that we were in a bad box, but did not wish to retrace our steps, so we thought by going down the stream for some distance we might finally find a ridge leading out westward to Andrews Bald, as we had heard that there- was a semblance of a trail from that point to the top of Clingmans. The going down No Land Creek was something horrible, and as night approached we were confronted with the fact that we could not find sufficient level ground on which to camp. We finally came to the forks of the creek and by clearing off the laurel we found a little shelf of partly level ground, put up our tent, and after preparing supper, rolled into our blanket for the night. I noticed that when Will turned in, he, without
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