According to ancient custom I will let you know all about this interesting place, You will perceive by its name that it is a lively little burg, and situated in the charming county of Boone and in the neighborhood of the thriving, flourishing city of Walton. This place consists of five good sized tents situated near the junction of the L & C Short Line, and the C. S. R. R., Lexington Pike, and a tollgate. The latter institution does good business, but we go around to keep from bothering the keeper too much. Fastidious persons might object to the hotel accommodations, it is true, the beds are rather light, consisting of a government blanket laid on the green sward with a smoke-tinted tent overhead, through the rents of which the bright stars gaze down on the sleeper with a fond smile. (The county doctors also smile when they pass, as visions raise before them of fat fees - fevers rheumatics, paralysis, etc.) The water privileges are not the best in the world, it being merely a little mud hole 10 x 12 feet and from one to three inches in depth. The population here largely consists entirely of native Americans born in Ireland, who, strange as it may seem, speak the English language with a strong Hibernian accent (professors of language should look into that and study the cause). R. R.
from the Ticket,("Alwys Independent, Seldom Indiffferent") a Covington newspaper, July 18, 1876