Excerpt from The Department of Conservation: State of Indiana In northern Parke County where the crystal waters of Turkey Run enter the amber flow of Sugar Creek lies Turkey Run State Park. It is a tract of virgin wilderness, hiding beneath its voluminous foliage great rocky canyons, carpeted with ferns, luxuriant grasses and rare' and beautiful mosses and lichens. Each canyon has its diamond clear brook fed by springs that trickle down the rocks and form an aecom paniment to the melodies of a host of song birds. Along the creek banks, in the canyons, perched high on the edge of clifi's, mighty trees - beech, walnut, sycamore, maple, poplar and oaks - rear their great heads in lordly attitude and rule the scene by the divine right of size and beauty. One may roam for hours through deep woods and can yons. Each turn presents a picture of unusual beauty - the sun plays through the graceful artistry of elm tree leaves and branches, exhibiting the liquid green of the leaves and throw ing their intricate pattern on the path in play of light and shade - a black walnut of stupendous girth rears itself free of its smaller brethren and stands, a veteran of three hun dred years of struggle with the elements - a clear, cold spring drops from a niche in the canyon wall with merry trickle and runs off to join the brook that daintily threads its way over the floor of the canyon, nourishing along the way clumps of fern and a moss blanket to cover the bareness of the rocky wall - great clifi's rise perpendicular from the canyon floor, overhung by hemlocks that cling with great snake-like roots on the very edge, decorated with festoons of woodbine that hang from every niche, besprinkled with patches of fern and lichen like a huge tapestry. The trees of Turkey Run are beyond compare for size and beauty. The largest are the yellow poplar or tulip tree, the finest of which are over one hundred feet in height and with trunks so straight as though erected by the plumb-bob. Many have no limbs lower than seventy-five feet, the trunks rising to this height, perfect columns with diameters of thirty to forty-eight inches, tapering but little - nature's pillars to hold up the blue canopy of the sky. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.