has already made his ablutions, and is now giving the
finish to his toilet, by putting his hair, whiskers, moustache, teeth,
and even his nails, in order. Your Englishman is the most comfortable
traveller in the world.

The Kentuckian is differently engaged. He is upon his feet; in one hand
gleams a knife with ivory handle and long shining blade. It is a
"bowie," of that kind known as an "Arkansas toothpick." In the other
hand you see an object about eight inches in length, of the form of a
parallelogram, and of a dark brown colour. It is a "plug" of real
"James's River tobacco." With his knife the Kentuckian cuts off a
piece--a "chunk," as he terms it--which is immediately transferred to
his mouth, and chewed to a pulp. This is his occupation for the moment.

The doctor, what of him? Doctor Jopper may be seen close to the water's
edge. In his hand is a pewter flask, of the kind known as a "pocket
pistol." That pistol is loaded with brandy, and Dr Jopper is just in
the act of drawing part of the charge, which, with a slight admixture of
cool creek water, is carried aloft and poured into a very droughty
vessel. The effect, however, is instantly apparent in the lively
twinkle of the doctor's round and prominent eyes.

Besancon is seated near the tent, and the old naturalist beside him.
The former is busy with the new plants he has collected. A large
portfolio-looking book rests upon his knees, and between its leaves he
is depositing his stores in a scientific manner. His companion, who
understands the business well, is kindly assisting him. Their
conversation is interesting, but every one else is too busy with his
affairs to listen to it just now.

The guides are lounging about the waggon. Old Ike fixes a new flint in
his rifle, and Redwood, of a more mirthful disposition, is occasionally
cracking a joke with Mike or the "darkey."

Jake is still busy with his mules, and I with my favourite steed, whose
feet I have washed in the stream, and anointed with a little spare
grease. I shall not always have the opportunity of being so kind to
him, but he will need it the less, as his hoofs become more hardened by
the journey.

Around the camp are strewed our saddles, bridles, blankets, weapons, and
utensils. These will all be collected and stowed under cover before we
go to rest. Such is a picture of our camp before supper.

When that meal is cooked, the scene somewhat changes.

The atmosphere, even at