…and they were off on their journey to the spring of “healing waters”.
After winding around hills and trees, following a faint Indian trail, they arrived in sight of the end of their quest. They were told that two big springs came pouring out of the ground beneath a steep hillside.
A strange sight met their eyes. Alice and her father, John, were amazed and shocked what lie before them. Along the bank of the beautiful winding Pony Creek, running full of sparkling clear water, breaking into pools and riffles, were many Indian lodges, about 70. Can you imagine what that looked like among the large Sycamore trees?
The Indians and their children were moving to and fro through their village. Laughing and strange talking was heard. Above this temporary encampment arose the brow of a steep hill, formed of a peculiar blue clay. (What is it about the blue clay? hmmmmm!) From under the foot of this hill the waters of two great springs poured forth and fell in a cascade into the creek. Soon the little party passed through the encampment and stopped in front of the springs.
What was going to happen next? Could the waters contain great medicinal merit?