264: MEN 1 HAVE FISHED WITH. 



by this is that my frequent comment on the picture of a 

 man is: "There is much (or little) of his head above his 

 ears." Just what ethnological value this has let others 

 say. Frank did show evidences of the mercantile in- 

 stinct, for Judge Seaton, now living in Potosi, speaks 

 highly of him as an employee of his during the few years 

 that he was a merchant. But Henry, he was the com- 

 panionable fellow; no business for him if he could help it. 

 He and I were alike in this respect. The woods and the 

 streams were good enough for us, and the habits of their 

 denizens were of more importance than dollars. What 

 poet has ever written in praise of the slave to lucre? 

 There I go again off the track. A dollar is a big thing 

 when you don't own one. The boy said: "Salt makes 

 your potatoes taste bad when you don't put any on." 



Once a drunken miner lost his purse in the streets of 

 Potosi, and Frank found it. Henry, John Nicholas, 

 Frank and I were talking about it with the old post- 

 master, Mr. Kaltenbach, when the miner came up asking 

 if anyone had found his money. "Yes," said Henry; 

 "we found it. How much was there in it?" The man 

 called Henry a thief and struck him. About the same 

 instant Frank handed the miner one under the left jaw 

 that paralyzed him. We took the man into Jo. Hall's 

 livery stable, and it took Dr. Gibson over an hour to 

 bring him around. Henry scared Frank into thinking 

 he had killed a man, and Frank went over to Constable 

 Darcy and gave himself up. 



As the summer waned and the first chill days of Sep- 

 tember approached Frank asked me: "Did you ever eat 

 a pawpaw?" 



"No; what is a pawpaw?" 



"They are a fine fruit, and grow on a small tree. They 

 are shaped like a cucumber and are like custard. There 



