An inscription of 1912. Somebody perpetuated himself at the
end of a side passage. An interesting discovery for Stan and Rick of the
Cave Research Foundation. The inscription is photographed, its
position is carefully noted and recorded in the inscriptions
data base.
In the 60's the members of the Cave Research Foundation started
research in Mammoth Cave and the many other caves in the
national park.
Most of them are amateurs, as far as speleology is concerned.
Stan is a physician, Rick is a biologist. They share a great enthusiasm for caves and for the fascination of the dark unknown.
Every year the group organizes expeditions in order to
explore new passages. Often the researchers stay
underground for several days because the areas to be explored
are situated many hours away from the next entrance.
Only well-trained and safety-conscious
people may join the team. Adrenaline junkies looking for risks
are of no use. What if deep inside earth an accident would occur!
Each discovery is mapped immediately. That´s the only way to
keep track of the tangle of underground passages.
And each year new galleries are added - an end
is not in sight.
Until today, the group has mapped and entered into computer
programs more than 350 miles of cave passages. Thus, Mammoth Cave is by far the longest cave in the
world.
As long as 150 years ago, the owners tried to attract visitors with fantastic statements about enormous dimensions of
the cave.
Over 100 miles length were claimed by an advertisement
of the 19th century. The figure was mere speculation,
because exact data concerning the extents
of the labyrinth did not exist. Different
rough sketch plans circulated, but there was no exact cartography
of the cave. The owners did not want it.
Each attempt to map the cave was stopped by them.
And not without reason, as a traveler
already experienced 150 years ago:
"
"Sir! Is there no map available of your infernal kingdom?" -
"Map?" repeated Mr. Proctor, who in wintertimes is not only the
owner of the hotel and the cave but also if necessary waiter and
guide. "No, Sir! There is no map. The cave was never surveyed.
The owners do never allow a survey of the interior of the famous
Mammoth Cave." And he left the room.
The man had a sharp nose. Most Kentuckians have one. He smelled
that there was an enemy. After some minutes his son came in.
I ordered one more drink and let me show the Kentucky rifle (on
the wall). Then I asked in an unconcerned way why the cave was
not mapped. The boy was less polite than his father: "Dam me!
Anyone should try this!" and he knocked the butt-end of his
rifle on the roaring floor.
"You know, the cave is damned big - we bought 2000 acres
around the entrance, but - dam me" - that´s a complete waste!
One branch for sure reaches as far as Cave City, another near
Glasgow. On some places the cave is deep under ground.
On others it is close to the surface. If anyone in Cave City
knew its course he would dig a new entrance and then - good
night, Cave Hotel! - it would be our ruin!"
The young man did probably not suspect how right he was.
In 1921 a mining engineer named George
Morrison succeedes in opening,
from the adjoining property, another access to the cave, called
the "New Entrance". Morrison knew how to make money from
his discovery:
He built a hotel and, by means of a large publicity campaign
and enormous sign posts, he directed the visitors into his part of the cave.
And as his "New Entrance Hotel" was closer to the main street
than the old lodging house, there business went downhill,
while Morrison's enterprise flourished.
A violent controversy broke out, conducted verbally as well as by force of arms - a story which eventually entered history books as the "Kentucky Cave War".
Only the establishment of the National Park in 1941
terminated the battle.

When Max Kaemper started his research in Mammoth Cave in 1908
the cave owners were aware that the cave probably extended
far under the adjoining properties. And therefore
they forbade categorically each mapping attempt to anybody
because an exact cave map would be an extremely
explosive document.
On the other hand: Without an exact measurement the legal risks
in any controversy with the neighbours could not be estimated.
In this dilemma the young German Max Kaemper with his
boundless enthusiasm for the cave came in handy:
The owners could be quite sure that he would not talk a lot
about the results of his measurements.
He would go home - and the owners could carefully hide his map.
After some hesitation the owners of cave gave green light for
the mapping. For free food and lodging in the cave hotel Max
should draw a cave map.
The owners had an obvious motive for this agreement.
But what about Max, what were his motives?
What caused him to start his research; how did he get the strange idea to travel in February 1908 to that uncomfortable, cold town of
Cave City? His note book does not give any explanation and his family
is just as puzzled as we are.