He lives in Keokuk, Iowa, now--came on here with some money and
provisions for the sufferers. He would insist on lending me a few
dollars. He's a good fellow: I used to like him at college. Well, he
told me of a place near Keokuk where a good physician and surgeon is
needed--none there except a raw young man. It has no railroad, but
it's all the better for a doctor on that account."

"No railroad! How in the world do the folks get anywhere?"

"It's on the Mississippi River, and boats are passing the town every
few hours."

"The idea of going from Chicago to where there isn't even a railroad!
What place is it?"

"Nauvoo."

"Nauvoo! That miserable Mormon place?"

"Harrison says there is only an occasional Mormon there now--that it's
largely settled by Germans engaged in wine-making."

"Grapes?" asked Napoleon.

"That boy never comes out of his dreaming except for something to eat.
Dear me! the idea of living among a lot of Germans!" said Mrs. Lively,
returning to the subject.

"There's a French element there, the remnants of the Icarians--a
colony of Communists under Cabet," the doctor explained.