location"--at all events the sport would repay him, and he was one of
the most enthusiastic in regard to it.

He that looms up on the retrospect of my memory as Number 3 was as
unlike the Kentuckian, as the latter was to Thompson. He was a disciple
of Esculapius--not thin and pale, as these usually are, but fat, red,
and jolly. I think he was originally a "Yankee," though his long
residence in the Western States had rubbed the Yankee out of him to a
great extent. At all events he had few of their characteristics about
him. He was neither staid, sober, nor, what is usually alleged as a
trait of the true bred Yankee, "stingy." On the contrary, our doctor
was full of talk and joviality--generous to a fault. A fault, indeed;
for, although many years in practice in various parts of the United
States, and having earned large sums of money, at the date of our
expedition we found him in Saint Louis almost without a dollar, and with
no great stock of patients. The truth must be told; the doctor was of a
restless disposition, and liked his glass too well. He was a singer
too, a fine amateur singer, with a voice equal to Mario's. That may
partly account for his failure in securing a fortune. He was a
favourite with all--ladies included--and so fond of good company, that
he preferred the edge of the jovial board to the bed-side of a patient.

Not from any fondness for buffalo-hunting, but rather through an
attachment to some of the company, had the doctor volunteered. Indeed,
he was solicited by all to make one of us--partly on account of his
excellent society, and partly that his professional services might be
called into requisition before our return.

The doctor still preserved his professional costume of black--somewhat
russet by long wear--but this was modified by a close-fitting fur cap,
and wrappers of brown cloth, which he wore around his short thick legs.
He was not over-well mounted--a very spare little horse was all he had,
as his funds would not stretch to a better. It was quite a quiet one,
however, and carried the doctor and his "medical saddle-bags" steadily
enough, though not without a good deal of spurring and whipping. The
doctor's name was "Jopper"--Dr John Jopper.

A very elegant youth, with fine features, rolling black eyes, and
luxuriant curled hair, was one of us. The hands were well formed and
delicate; the complexion silky, and of nearly an olive tint; but the
purplish-red broke through upo