The raftsmen were always glad to meet Paul and converse with him as long as he would paddle alongside.
Below Davenport, the Doctor's passion for hunting was again displayed, much to the disgust of his dusky boatman.

He insisted on firing at some blackbirds and the promise of a quarter to the negro, persuaded that worthy to row him close in shore.

He took deliberate aim and fired into a tree that was covered with birds.

Not one of them fell; but a cow that had been drinking among the willows, ran wildly up the bank with her tail in the air, bellowing mournfully.

The darkey received the promise of another twenty-five cents for pulling away from the scene as fast as he could.