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of soap. The hat
had been left at Saint Louis.
But the umbrella had not. It was then under Thompson's arm, with its
full proportions of whalebone and gingham. Under that umbrella he
had hunted tigers in the jungles of India--under that umbrella he had
chased the lion upon the plains of Africa--under that umbrella he had
pursued the ostrich and the vicuna over the pampas of South America;
and now under that same hemisphere of blue gingham he was about to
carry terror and destruction among the wild buffaloes of the prairies.
Besides the umbrella--strictly a weapon of defence--Mr Thompson
carried another, a heavy double-barrelled gun, marked "Bishop, of
Bond Street," no bad weapon with a loading of buck-shot, and with this
both barrels were habitually loaded.
So much for Mr Thompson, who may pass for Number 1 of the hunting
party. He was mounted on a strong bay cob, with tail cut short, and
English saddle, both of which objects--the short tail and the saddle--
were curiosities to all of the party except Mr Thompson and myself.
Number 2 was as unlike Number 1 as two animals of the same species
could possibly be. He was a Kentuckian, full six inches taller than
Thompson, or indeed than any of the party. His features were marked,
prominent and irregular, and this irregularity was increased by a
"cheekful" of half-chewed tobacco. His complexion was dark, almost
olive, and the face quite naked, without either moustache or whisker;
but long straight hair, black as an Indian's, hung down to his shoulders.
In fact, there was a good deal of the Indian look about him, except in
his figure. That was somewhat slouched, with arms and limbs of
over-length, loosely hung about it. Both, however, though not modelled
after the Apollo, were evidently full of muscle and tough strength, and
looked as though their owner could return the hug of a bear with
interest. There was a gravity in his look, but that was not from any
gravity of spirits; it was his swarth complexion that gave him this
appearance, aided, no doubt, by several lines of "ambeer" proceeding
from the corners of his mouth in the direction of the chin. So far from
being grave, this dark Kentuckian was as gay and buoyant as any of the

party. Indeed, a light and boyish spirit is a characteristic of the
Kentuckian as well as of all the natives of the Mississippi Valley--at
least such has been my observation.
Our Kentuckian was costumed just as he would have been upon a cool
morning riding about the "woodland" of his own plantation, for a
"planter" he was. He wore a "Jeans" frock, and over that a long-tailed
overcoat of the best green blanket, with side pockets and flaps. His
jeans pantaloons were stuck into a pair of heavy horse-leather pegged
boots, sometimes known as "nigger" boots; but over these were
"wrappers" of green baize, fastened with a string above the knees. His
hat was a "broad-brimmed felt," costly enough, but somewhat crushed
by being sat upon and slept in. He bestrode a tall raw-boned stood that
possessed many of the characteristics of the rider; and in the same
proportion that the latter overtopped his companions, so did the steed
out-size all the other horses of the cavalcade. Over the shoulders of the
Kentuckian were suspended, by several straps, pouch, horn, and
haversack, and resting upon his toe was the butt of a heavy rifle, the
muzzle of which reached to a level with his shoulder.
He was a rich Kentucky planter, and known in his native state as a great
deer-hunter. Some business or pleasure had brought him to Saint Louis.
It was hinted that Kentucky was becoming too thickly settled for him--
deer becoming scarce, and bear hardly to be found--and that his visit to
Saint Louis had something to do with seeking a new "location" where
these animals were still to be met with in greater plenty. The idea of
buffalo-hunting was just to his liking. The expedition would carry him
through the frontier country, where he might afterwards choose his
"location"--at all events the sport would repay him, and he was one of
the most enthusiastic in regard to it.
He that looms up on the retrospect of my memory as Number 3 was as
unlike the Kentuckian, as the latter was to Thompson. He was a
disciple of Esculapius--not thin and pale, as these usually are, but fat,
red, and jolly. I think he was originally a "Yankee," though his long
residence in the Western States had rubbed the Yankee out of him to a
great extent. At all events he had few of their characteristics about him.

He was neither staid, sober, nor, what is usually alleged as a trait of