while our sour-faced boat-dealer made out his bill of sale, i wrote down a list of provisions and furnishings for the boat. upon reading this to the señor, he suggested the addition of some articles which i would have regarded as needless luxuries. leaving these to his own selection, i jogged to the store of a gruff old german ship-chandler, one of the hessians against whom my father had fought at monmouth and trenton, and whose wife, on my last trip, i had been so fortunate as to cure of a quinsy.

the good frau came in as i was giving my list into the charge of her husband, and would not take a refusal to her offer of hospitality. horse, list, and all were taken from me before i could defend myself, and i am not sure but what the frau would herself have put me into the tub she made ready in the bedroom had i not begged for a dish of her sauerkraut and corned beef.

cleansed and filled, i was given no peace until she had me safe between clean, dry sheets in their canopied fourposter. having then been given sufficient respite to write a note of explanation to the señor, i rolled over and sank into that profound slumber of which i had so great need.

i awoke to find the sun up a good two hours and the hospitable couple beaming upon me as brightly as the sunrays which shone in through the diamond panes of the latticed window. the frau held up my buckskins, all cleansed and dried and softened; the man showed my list, with every item checked and double checked, and a receipt from the party to whom i had agreed to deliver my last mount.

between them i soon learned that the flatboat was well stocked for the voyage, and that the señor had sent word he was about to go aboard with his party. this last would have forced me to rise and accept the good wife's intended assistance with my dressing, had she not feared that i should rush off before she could serve my breakfast. i gulped my coffee while she tied on my moccasins. there was no question of other garments than my buckskins, since saddle and all had been stored aboard the flat. when i at last made my escape, it was with a hot sausage in either hand. these german delicacies followed the rye bread and coffee which had gone before, while i was riding to the wharf in my host's rattling ox-cart.

greatly to my relief, despite the plodding pace of our beasts, we were first to reach the boat. i had time to overhaul the craft and say farewell to my good german friend. as he drove off, gruff-voiced but beaming, the well-remembered cherry-wood carriage came churning through the mire. the señor had retained the right to use it for this last service.

i was at the door, with my hand on the knob, as the driver swung around. the señor stepped out, with a sonorous, "buenos dias, doctor!" for a fraction of a moment he seemed about to turn. then he stepped aside, and left my way clear.

my lady drew out an arm from the depths of her great ermine muff. her plump, bare little hand lay in my brown fingers like a snowy jasmine bloom. there was mockery in the depths of her eyes, but the scarlet lips arched in a not unkindly smile.

"buenos dias, señor!" she greeted me.

"it is truly a good day which brings me sight again of señorita vallois," i replied. "may this clear sky prove true augury of the voyage we are to share!"

"may it prove true augury of clear sunshine to follow! these weeping skies of england and your republic! i long for a week of dry weather." she shivered in her single-sleeved french cloak, whose white floss net and tassels added little to the warmth of her gauzy muslins. as for her head, even her light mantilla would have been more suitable to the weather than the jaunty cap of velvet and tigerskin.

"you are cold!" i said. "there is a fire aboard our craft."

i drew her hand beneath my arm and started to lead her down the wharf as a swarthy, hard-featured woman stepped from the carriage. the señorita spoke a few words in spanish, and the woman turned to help the driver lift down the chests and boxes from behind, under the direction of señor vallois.

handing the señorita down into the boat's stern, i led her into the living-room, or kitchen, and laid more fagots upon the fire which i had kindled. in another moment i had her seated before the blaze, with a blanket about her graceful shoulders. as i knelt to place a stool for her little feet, she gazed down with the velvety eyes which had looked out upon me from the coach window in washington.

"maria purisima!" she murmured. "there are tales of gallant knights—"

"who served and adored their ladies!" i added.

she glanced about at her uncle, who was entering through the middle room.

"madre de los dolores!" she called. "these physicians! pray, reassure him, my uncle. he is convinced i shall suffer a chill."

"not after the precautions i have taken," i rejoined with professional gravity as i rose. "the wonder is that señorita vallois has so long survived the sudden changes of our seaboard climate. i know little of temperatures abroad, but on this side of the atlantic these thin empire gowns are sheer murder."

"granted," replied the señor. "yet as a physician you have doubtless long since learned the futility of arguing the cut or material of a gown with a woman."

"only too well, señor! fortunately every day will now carry us both nearer a milder climate and nearer the summer. your chests are all aboard?"

"all. and yours, señor?"

"mine will be waiting on the wharf at pittsburg. we will put in for it as we drift past."

"it is well," he replied. i moved toward the outer door. "a moment, if you please, doctor. we voyage together many leagues. among my friends i am addressed as don pedro."

"and i as alisanda," added the señorita gayly. her uncle raised his brows, but said nothing. she called toward the inner door, "chita!—chita!"

the woman appeared, and at a sign from her mistress, crossed toward me.

"dr. robinson, you have not before met my faithful chita, because she was ill and had to be left in philadelphia when we went to washington. chita, this is he of whom i spoke."

the woman courtesied with a grace which belied her stout figure, her beady eyes riveted upon my face. when she straightened i ventured to surmise from the half smile which hovered about her hard mouth that if she was not already well-disposed toward me, she was at least not an enemy.

"it is well," said don pedro.

"all well—and ready to cast off," i added. "if the señorita—"

"alisanda!" she corrected, with a flashing glance.

"if—alisanda is quite warm, she may wish to witness the event."

"i will join you immediately," she responded.

with that i led don pedro out to the steer-oar and showed him how to hold it to aid in bringing us about. as our craft lay in a slow eddy, i had no difficulty in casting off. the townfolk and shipyard workers were far too busy with the rush of the spring shipping to give heed to so common an event as the departure of a flat. but it was enough to call out all my skill and strength that i thrust off under the eyes of alisanda.

a side shove from the prow, and a rear thrust from the inner corner of the stern as the prow swung out, cleared us from the wharf and sent us gliding out aslant the eddy. the river was in such full flood that the bottom, even alongside the wharf, was beyond poling depth. but i called don pedro to aid me with the sweeps, and a few long strokes carried us out into the swirling current of midstream.

our voyage had begun. we were afloat in the grasp of the river, and for the time need only to fold our arms and gaze at the changing vistas of forest-clad hills on either bank, past which the current swept us along at more than post speed.

before the noon meal we had passed in turn the important shipping town of mckeesport, at the mouth of the youghiogheny, and the hillside ravine near turtle creek, where, within a gunshot of the river bank, the british general braddock met with his disastrous defeat at the hands of the french and indians, and where he whose life was to prove so precious to his countrymen came so near to losing it beneath the edge of the tomahawk.

in the midst of our meal we came so close under the heights of pittsburg that i had need to leave the table to take advantage of a slant in the current which would bring us shoreward. before the others joined me, i had the boat fast alongside the warehouse wharf where i hoped to find the chest of clothes i had sent on from washington. my expectations were not of the firmest, for i knew the cumberland pike to be quite as miry as the philadelphia road. it had been, indeed, a close shave, for on inquiring of the warehouse keeper, i learned that my box had come down from redstone by skiff only the previous evening.

we had no letters to deliver in pittsburg, and no desire either to wade the unpaved streets or to linger beneath a sky whose shower of soot bore out only too well the boast of the townsfolk that good coal could be bought in their streets at five cents a bushel. for my part, i would prefer to pay more for wood fires, and escape the smearing of house and garments with lampblack. however, the residents may consider this inconvenience offset by their numerous social and cultural advantages, which are unequalled among all our trans-alleghany towns, unless it may be at lexington or cincinnati.

as we put off again into the stream, i pointed out the site of fort pitt, built by the british to replace the french fort duquesne. but a storm cloud drove down over the pittsburg hills, and alisanda hastened to withdraw with her uncle into the cabin to escape the april rain which soon poured upon us in torrents. it was not, as i had hoped, a mere squall. with the passing of the first roaring wind gusts that rocked our heavy craft, the rain settled into a steady drizzle, which obscured river and banks for the rest of the afternoon, and sheeted us in like a black pall throughout the night.

with the nightfall, trusting to the height of the flood to carry us over all shoals and rocks, i made no attempt to effect a landing or to tie up to the half-submerged willows along the bank. we had wood enough aboard to last for three days or more, and our fireplace, with its pots and ranger, saved the necessity of a shore camp to prepare food.

as there was no call for don pedro to suffer a needless wetting, i argued that i could not trust him on watch so dark a night,—which was no more than the truth of the matter. my supper was brought to me in the prow by chita, and her peppery stew was doubly welcome after my afternoon's drenching. she carried back with her instructions to obtain one of my dry suits from don pedro and take it through to the kitchen. about midnight, the boat chancing to swing about stern foremost in the current, i left my watch long enough to shift into dry garments before a crackling fire.

with the first gray glimmer of dawn through the breaking rain clouds, don pedro came to take my post, and chita slipped out in her nightshift to set on her coffee pot. by the time i had breakfasted, the sun had dispelled the mists, and i saw that we were already in the long reach, having passed during the night by steubenville and wheeling. it was a run possible only at the height of the spring fresh.

upon my inquiry, don pedro informed me that he did not wish to stop at marietta, that prim new england village planted by rufus putnam and his fellow yankees on the site of old wyandot town. he had, however, a letter to deliver to mr. harmon blennerhasset, owner of an island some fourteen or fifteen miles below marietta. so, having made a rough calculation of the speed of the current, i went in to my bunk, after explaining that they need not waken me before midday, unless the boat tended to leave the current.

sharp upon the noon hour i was roused by the don, and informed that we had already passed marietta, some five miles back. his description of the muskingum river and the block houses and other buildings of the town would have convinced me that it was indeed marietta, had i not known that it was the only settlement of the size between wheeling and gallipolis. what was more, i recognized the greater width of the river bottoms, which were now flooded to the higher levels, the many islands which divided the current, and the lowness of the densely wooded hills.

but having, as i felt sure, something over an hour to wait before sighting mr. blennerhasset's well-known island, i made my toilet, and leaving don pedro at the steer-oar, indulged myself in the great pleasure of sitting down at table with the señorita. either because of her determination to live up to the customs of the country, or owing to my watch in the rain,—which any riverman would have taken as a matter of course,—she was most friendly and gracious in her manner, greeting me with a smile and giving me her hand to salute. not content with this, she saw to it that chita served me with particular attention, and herself pressed food and drink upon me.

only one who has lived among the spanish people can realize what a privilege it was to be thus received into the intimate society of my travelling companions. we conversed with cousinly gaiety and freedom on all subjects which came to mind, from the ambition of the great corsican to the latest fashionable ditties, and alisanda filled me with delightful anticipations by stating that amongst her baggage was a guitar, which she and don pedro were not unskilled in fingering.

after the dessert of sweets, or dulces, to use the spanish term, i went out to relieve don pedro at the steer-oar and to inquire whether he wished to stop over at the island. he replied that it might be necessary to confer at some length with mr. blennerhasset.

a half-hour later we were sheering our craft toward the virginia bank, to make the wharf which faced the ohio shore, near the upper end of blennerhasset island. as the channel which separated the island from virginia was scarcely a stone's-throw across, our course brought us well to the left of the river's centre. with the ready aid of don pedro at the steer-oar, i managed, between sculling and poling, to bring the flat alongside the wharf. before i could leap out, a negro ran down the bank and made fast the line tossed him from the stern by chita.

another slave who had sighted us from the crest of the bank turned and ran with the news of our landing, so that before we could straighten our garments and step ashore, mr. blennerhasset himself came hastening down the bank to welcome us. our visit had been unheralded, and, so far as he knew at the moment, we were no more than chance strangers. but it was enough for this cultured, unworldly irish gentleman that persons of quality had stopped at his gate.

señor vallois introduced alisanda and myself with all the stateliness of a spanish hidalgo, and followed by delivering over the letter from colonel burr. with no more than a glance at the address, mr. blennerhasset thrust the letter into his pocket, and pressed us to accompany him at once to his house, where, he said, mrs. blennerhasset would be anxiously awaiting her guests.

such warmth of hospitality would have melted even a reluctant visitor, and we were far from unwilling to view the famed beauties of the place. my one regret was that i could not claim the privilege of escorting the señorita. don pedro and i ascended the bank behind the others, chita remaining aboard the boat.

entering through the handsome stone-columned gateway at the top of the bank, we passed between the shrubbery and a meadow, along a gravelled walk, for somewhat over a hundred paces, to the front of the mansion. the façade was remarkable for the semi-circular shape of the pillared porticos which curved forward from each front corner of the main body of the house. though built of wood, the handsome proportions and two stories of the mansion lent to it an air of distinction rarely to be found west of the mountains.

mr. blennerhasset bowed us into a small front parlor, where we found his comely and charming wife waiting to receive us, in the company of their two little sons. after we had been welcomed by this pleasant lady no less cordially than by her husband, don pedro stated that there might be matters of mutual interest to discuss when our host had read his letter.

at this mrs. blennerhasset suggested that the gentlemen should be left to their privacy, and don pedro invited me to share in the conference. but i explained that i did not consider myself at liberty to do so, in view of the fact that i was not yet irrevocably committed to the projects of mr. burr. mrs. blennerhasset at once invited me to join with her and alisanda in an inspection of the mansion.

we entered first a dining-room of ample proportions, where our hostess gave the little boys into the charge of their nurse. the apartment was furnished with a richness and taste which compelled a look of surprise even from the señorita. we were soon to learn that the mansion was furnished throughout in the same lavish style.

what most interested me at the time was mr. blennerhasset's scientific workroom in the rear of a second parlor which led off behind from the dining-room. here it was our host conducted his experiments in chemistry and physics, and here he had properly arranged a fair-sized apothecary's stock. upon my remarking that i wished to purchase a quantity of peruvian bark and calomel,—my stock of which, in my haste, i had neglected to replenish before leaving washington,—the lady immediately requested me to measure out the quantity i desired, and absolutely refused any compensation.

we next visited the library at the end of one of the curved porticos. here, much against my desire, i was given permission to remain while the ladies visited the kitchens in the other wing.

tactfully as i was dismissed, the shaft rankled none the less sorely. yet happening to open a choice volume of european travels, i so lost myself in the printed pages that the appearance of my host some two hours later came as a surprise.

he explained that arrangements had been made for our party to join them at dinner, and would not take a refusal from me. a servant had already been sent aboard the boat, that chita might attend on her mistress. the man had orders to remain until morning, should i, following the example of señor vallois and his niece, agree to lie the night in the house. unwilling to tax their hospitality so far, i excused myself from this last, on the plea of my duties as boat captain, but before leaving i gladly accepted his invitation to return and join them at dinner.

in due time i returned, and i trust that my appearance did full credit to my country. enough said that nay hat, shoes, breeches and waistcoat were of the latest mode, that my coatcuffs extended to my finger tips, that my shirt-frill was like a snowy waterfall, and that my coatfront was padded to the fulness of a swelling bullfrog. as for my luckless throat, it was so swathed about with its bandages of cambric that my chin had a most supercilious elevation, and to look about i must first turn my body. the neck was all but immovable.

this martyrdom was, however, small price to pay for my evening. of all costumes calculated to reveal and enhance the lovelinesses of women, the empire modes are by far the foremost. indeed, such is the thinness of gauzy materials and the scantness of breadth required, that,—if i may venture my opinion not alone as a physician but as a gentleman,—the flimsy, graceful costumes, though to be praised for the absence of injurious stays, are too apt to over-expose the forms of the fair sex.

yet a modest woman, by stopping short of the utmost extremes of fashion, and no less by comporting herself with dignity and decorum, can suggest thoughts no less elevating than enravishing through the graces of this mode. with this by way of guide to my meaning, i shall not be misunderstood when i speak of my rapture over the swell of my lady's firm white bosom and the exquisite curves of her lissome young body beneath the clinging sarsenet of her low-cut waist and narrow skirt. i looked and adored as the artist adores the perfect lines of a masterpiece. yet with my adoration there flamed a fire of passion of so white a heat that it burned away all dross of base imaginings.

i say nothing of our hostess,—not that she lacked in beauty or charm; but who looks at the moon when the sun is in the sky?

the dinner did not disappoint the expectations roused by the lavish display of the household; though i cannot say that mr. blennerhasset's wines compared well with those of president jefferson, unless it might be the madeira.

upon the withdrawal of the ladies, mrs. blennerhasset urged me so cordially to join them soon, and alisanda seconded the invitation with so sweet a smile, that i did not linger at table above half an hour. my going was hastened by the conjecture that our host and don pedro might wish to resume their conference. that i was not mistaken in this was evidenced by the fact that they did not follow me for two hours or more.

in the meantime i had been led up a spacious stairway to the drawing-room, directly above where we had dined. the room was notable for the stucco work of the rounded cornices and ceiling, and the harmonious tones of the wall-hangings, of which those above the chair rail were green, bordered with gold, and those below reddish gray.

my entrance found the ladies seated together at a large forte piano, in the execution of a duet which gave full display alike to their accomplished skill and to the genius of the composer, the noted german musician beethoven. after the duet, our hostess favored us with a ballad, and alisanda no less readily followed with a castilian song in the spanish. her voice, even better trained than mrs. blennerhasset's fine high soprano, was a liquid contralto that had in it the murmur of sparkling waters, the sweetness of silver bells, and the sadness of tears. i was affected almost beyond self-control, and it was as much this as the disability from my high cravat which forced me to decline my turn.

at my request, the ladies returned to another round of duet and song, and followed with the reverse,—playing solos and singing a duet. in the end they persuaded me to join them in a trio, and afterwards were so gracious as to compliment me on my baritone.

on the whole, it was the most heavenly evening i had ever known, and when, upon the appearance of the other gentlemen, i begged my leave of our hostess, it was to dance my way down to the boat on winged feet. such a feast of divine music and diviner beauty seldom falls to the lot of mere mortals.