octor and
the darkey would persist in sleeping, after they had been on the route
a short time. On one occasion, after the boat had been lost from him for
a couple of hours, Boyton saw something limping down the river in a
lopsided manner, which he could not believe was the boat; but on its
nearing him, he saw it was the Doctor pulling away as though his life
depended on it, with one oar and a little staff to one end of which was
fastened a small German flag. Both occupants had gone to sleep and lost
an oar, and the Doctor had utilized the flag staff that had been proudly
placed at the boat's stern. They arrived safely at Cairo, forty-one
hours from St. Louis. The Doctor poorer in clothes and the darkey
much richer in wardrobe, parted with each other and Paul at this
point.

At Cairo, Boyton met a friend who was going up the Mississippi to St.
Paul on his own private steamer, a handsome little boat fitted up with
every luxury. He invited Paul to accompany him and knowing no more
congenial way to rest, he consented. They made the trip by easy
stages stopping at places where good hunting promised and thoroughly
enjoyed themselves. The little steamer was full of pets they picked up
at various points; coons, foxes, opossum, crows and squirrels.

Above Burlington they ran across somewhat of a snag in the shape of a
pilot's union. They were compelled to hire a pilot to see them up the
river, (though they were perfectly able to handle the boat themselves),
or be compelled to pay a fine of fifty dollars. They were hauled up at
the wharf of an Iowa village when they heard this, and rather than have
any trouble, they concluded to hire a pilot. On inquiry, they learned
that there was no pilot in the village except the editor of the weekly
paper. He had a license and could do the work if he was so inclined.
This placed them in a rather awkward position. They did not feel like
asking so distinguished a gentleman as the editor of the paper to
pilot them. Several conferences were held on the subject; but the
stubborn fact still stared them in the face, that the editor was the
only man in the village who could do the work and if they proceeded to
the next town without a licensed pilot they would have to pay a fifty
dollar fine. At last in a fit of desperation, Paul said he would call
on the editor and see what kind of a man he was, anyway, and if he
proved to be all right, he might be induced to jo