Huge rafts launched on the headwaters of the stream in the mountains in the eastern part of the state came in great numbers down the river, but oftenest at this time of the year.

Some stopped at Frankfort, and others went into the Ohio for the cities down that stream.
Harry waited, while the song grew a little in volume, and, penned now between high banks, gave back soft echoes.

But the raft came very slowly, only as fast as the current of the river.

He thought he would see a light as the men usually cooked and slept in a rude little hut built in the center of the raft.

But all was yet in darkness.
The singer, however rude and unlettered a mountaineer he may have been, had a voice and ear, and Harry still listened with the keenest pleasure to the melodious note that came floating down the river.