Oh! Sterling, Brierly, get up and see the city.

There's a steamboat just coming round the bend." And Jeff roared with laughter.

"The mayor'll be round here to breakfast." The fellows turned out of the tents, rubbing their eyes, and stared about them.

They were camped on the second bench of the narrow bottom of a crooked, sluggish stream, that was some five rods wide in the present good stage of water.

Before them were a dozen log cabins, with stick and mud chimneys, irregularly disposed on either side of a not very well defined road, which did not seem to know its own mind exactly, and, after straggling through the town, wandered off over the rolling prairie in an uncertain way, as if it had started for nowhere and was quite likely to reach its destination.