No, sir; they never was a man with more genuine fashionableness sticking out all over him than Doctor Kirby.

He jest fairly wallered in it.
I hadn't paid no pertic'ler attention to the other feller with him when they stopped at our place, excepting to notice he was kind of slim and blackhaired and funny complected.

But I seen now I orter of looked closeter.

Fur I'll be dad-binged if he weren't an Injun! There he set, under that there gasoline lamp the wagon was all lit up with, with moccasins on, and beads and shells all over him, and the gaudiest turkey tail of feathers rainbowing down from his head you ever see, and a blanket around him that was gaudier than the feathers.

And he shined and rattled every time he moved.
That wagon was a hull opry house to itself.