out all over him than Doctor Kirby. He jest
fairly wallered in it.

I hadn't paid no pertic'ler attention to the other
feller with him when they stopped at our place,
excepting to notice he was kind of slim and black-
haired and funny complected. But I seen now I
orter of looked closeter. Fur I'll be dad-binged
if he weren't an Injun! There he set, under that
there gasoline lamp the wagon was all lit up with,
with moccasins on, and beads and shells all over
him, and the gaudiest turkey tail of feathers rain-
bowing down from his head you ever see, and a
blanket around him that was gaudier than the
feathers. And he shined and rattled every time
he moved.

That wagon was a hull opry house to itself. It
was rolled out in front of Smith's Palace Hotel
without the hosses. The front part was filled with
bottles of medicine. The doctor, he begun business
by taking out a long brass horn and tooting on it.
They was about a dozen come, but they was mostly
boys. Then him and the Injun picked up some
banjoes and sung a comic song out loud and clear.
And they was another dozen or so come. And
they sung another song, and Pop Wilkins, he closed
up the post-office and come over and the other
two veterans of the Grand Army of the Republicans
that always plays checkers in there nights come