of
clothes."

The Captain's voice was drowned in a round of cheers and the sound of
the steamboat's whistle, as she was headed down stream to escort Boyton
to Pine Bluff, where he was warmly received, completing his voyage of
four-hundred miles in six days.

Again embarking on his friend's little steamboat, a cruise down the
Mississippi to the mouth of Red river followed, where some time was
spent in hunting and then the boat was headed for New Orleans.

For two years following, with the exception of a run down the rapids of
the James river at Richmond, Boyton was engaged in business. During
that time he became an agent of the Haytien insurgents, as a purchaser
of supplies and he barely escaped going out on the ship Lapatrie, which
was captured and all on board executed by order of Hippolyte.

In 1884, Paul decided to give up his adventurous life, and settle down.
He continued in business on shore until 1886, when his health became so
affected by confinement that he was advised to resume his old outdoor
life for a time, to recuperate. So he concluded to limber his joints
with another voyage. On looking about for a course, he found he had made
all the rivers in America that promised adventure, except those of the
far west. He went to San Francisco and prepared for a run down the
Sacramento from Red Bluff, four-hundred and fifty miles.

He entered the water, March 26th. It was a beautiful morning and the
people from the town and surrounding country gathered to see him start.
A boat load of reporters accompanied him, intending to go as far as
Tehama. As Paul felt his well beloved element under him again, he
answered the characteristic California salute of the good people of Red
Bluff, with rockets and bugle and was soon carried out of sight. When
the noise of the town was left behind, the newspaper men were surprised
to see him throw his paddle in the air, and catch it with a whoop of
almost boyish pleasure. He answered their inquiries by saying that he
could not restrain his joy at feeling himself at home once more.

Directly after the start, the Baby was discovered to be leaking. Her
long sojourn ashore had subjected her to the malevolent attacks of
rust, which had eaten a small hole in her bottom that had been
overlooked. How to stop the leak was a serious problem. No solder was
obtainable. They used some of the tar off the bottom of the reportorial
boat; but it would not stick. The dilemma was ove