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of the guides had told him that in this caravan was 

 a physician from St. Louis, by the name of Dobbs, 

 of the very highest standing in his profession. 

 &quot; Without at all believing him, I resolved to con 

 sult this eminent practitioner. Walking over to 

 the camp, I found him lying sound asleep under 

 one of the wagons. He offered in his own person 

 but indifferent evidence of his skill ; for it was five 

 months since I had seen so cadaverous a face. 

 His hat had fallen off, and his yellow hair was all 

 in disorder ; one of his arms supplied the place of 

 a pillow; his trousers were wrinkled halfway up 

 to his knees, and he was covered with little bits 

 of grass and straw upon which he had rolled in his 

 uneasy slumber. A Mexican stood near, and I 

 made him a sign to touch the doctor. Up sprang 

 the learned Dobbs, and sitting upright rubbed his 

 eyes and looked about him in bewilderment. I 

 regretted the necessity of disturbing him, and said 

 I had come to ask professional advice. 



&quot; Your system, sir, is in a disordered state, 

 said he solemnly, after a short examination. I 

 inquired what might be the particular species of 

 disorder. Evidently a morbid action of the liver, 

 replied the medical man. I will give you a pre 

 scription. 



&quot; Repairing to the back of one of the covered 



