And then Captain Sproule got a contract for a cargo of salt to Buffalo, and we turned westward again! It would be late in the fall before we returned; but I should have more money then, and should be stronger and a better fighter.
Canal-boating was fast becoming a routine thing with me; and I must leave out all my adventures on that voyage to Buffalo, and back to Tempe.

I do not remember them very clearly anyhow.
One thing happened which I must describe, because it is important.

We were somewhere west of Jordan, when we met a packet boat going west.

It was filled with passengers, and drew near to us with the sound of singing and musical instruments.

It was crowded with emigrants always hopeful and merry, bound westward.