Sellers was at the landing to bid thorn good-bye.
"I shall send you up that basket of champagne by the next boat; no, no; no thanks; you'll find it not bad in camp," he cried out as the plank was hauled in.

"My respects to Thompson.

Tell him to sight for Stone's.
Let me know, Mr.Brierly, when you are ready to locate; I'll come over from Hawkeye.

Goodbye." And the last the young fellows saw of the Colonel, he was waving his hat, and beaming prosperity and good luck.
The voyage was delightful, and was not long enough to become monotonous.
The travelers scarcely had time indeed to get accustomed to the splendors of the great saloon where the tables were spread for meals, a marvel of paint and gilding, its ceiling hung with fancifully cut tissue-paper of many colors, festooned and arranged in endless patterns.

The whole was more beautiful than a barber's shop.