The brother of Pettibone arrived.

He had no tastes for natural history, but it was a season of leisure, and he was prone for the adventure.

But the experienced woodsmen who had agreed to go, and who had talked largely of encountering bears and Osage Indians, and slaughtering buffalo, one by one gave out.

I was resolved myself to proceed, whoever might flinch.

I had purchased a horse, constructed a pack saddle with my own hands, and made every preparation that was deemed necessary.