"Why, there is country left, it is true, for such as have money, and
ar' not particular in the choice," returned the emigrant; "but to my
taste, it is getting crowdy. What may a man call the distance, from
this place to the nighest point on the main river?"

"A hunted deer could not cool his sides, in the Mississippi, without
travelling a weary five hundred miles."

"And what may you name the district, hereaway?"

"By what name," returned the old man, pointing significantly upward,
"would you call the spot, where you see yonder cloud?"

The emigrant looked at the other, like one who did not comprehend his
meaning, and who half suspected he was trifled with, but he contented
himself by saying--

"You ar' but a new inhabitant, like myself, I reckon, stranger,
otherwise you would not be backward in helping a traveller to some
advice; words cost but little, and sometimes lead to friendships."

"Advice is not a gift, but a debt that the old owe to the young. What
would you wish to know?"

"Where I may camp for the night. I'm no great difficulty maker, as to
bed and board; but, all old journeyers, like myself, know the virtue
of sweet water, and a good browse for the cattle."

"Come then with me, and you shall be master of both; and little more