Their shifting villages stretched from Chickamauga Creek to Running Water.

Between these places the Tennessee twists down through the sombre gorges by which the chains of the Cumberland ranges are riven in sunder.

Some miles below Chickamauga Creek, near Chattanooga, Lookout Mountain towers aloft into the clouds; at its base the river bends round Moccasin Point, and then rushes through a gap between Walden's Ridge and the Raccoon Hills.

Then for several miles it foams through the winding Narrows between jutting cliffs and sheer rock walls, while in its boulder-strewn bed the swift torrent is churned into whirlpools, cataracts, and rapids.
Near the Great Crossing, where the war parties and hunting parties were ferried over the river, lies Nick-a-jack Cave, a vast cavern in the mountain side.

Out of it flows a stream, up which a canoe can paddle two or three miles into the heart of the mountain.