The view from this point was a most attractive one.  The little steamer struggled forward through the swift, swirling water, keeping nearly in the center of the broad stream, the white spray flung high by her churning wheel and sparkling like diamonds in the sunshine.  Lightly loaded, a mere chip on the mighty current, she seemed to fly like a bird, impelled not only by the force of her engines, but swept irresistibly on by the grasp of the waters.  We were already skirting the willow-clad islands, green and dense with foliage to the river’s edge; and beyond these could gain tantalizing glimpses of the mouth of the Rock, its waters gleaming like silver between grassy banks.  The opposite shore appeared dark and gloomy in comparison, with great rock-crowned bluffs outlined against the sky, occasionally assuming grotesque forms, which the boatmen pointed out as familiar landmarks.

Once we narrowly escaped collision with a speeding Indian canoe, containing two frightened occupants, so intent upon saving themselves they never even glanced up until we had swept by.  Thockmorton laughed heartily at their desperate struggle in the swell, and several of the crew ran to the stern to watch the little cockle-shell toss about in the waves.  It was when I turned also, the better to assure myself of their safety, that I discovered Judge Beaucaire standing close beside me at the low rail.  Our eyes met inquiringly, and he bowed with all the ceremony of the old school.

“A new passenger on board, I think, sir,” and his deep, resonant voice left a pleasant impression.  “You must have joined our company at Fort Armstrong?”

“Your supposition is correct,” I answered, some peculiar constraint preventing me from referring to my military rank.  “My name is Knox, and I have been about the island for a few weeks.  I believe you are Judge Beaucaire of Missouri?”

He was a splendidly proportioned man, with deep chest, great breadth of shoulders, and strong individual face, yet bearing unmistakable signs of dissipation, together with numerous marks of both care and age.

“I feel the honor of your recognition, sir,” he said with dignity.  “Knox, I believe you said?  Of the Knox family at Cape Girardeau, may I inquire?”

“No connection to my knowledge; my home was at Wheeling.”

“Ah!  I have never been so far east; indeed the extent of my travels along the beautiful Ohio has only been to the Falls.  The Beaucaires were originally from Louisiana.”

“You must have been among the earlier settlers of Missouri?”

“Before the Americans came, sir,” proudly.  “My grandfather arrived at Beaucaire Landing during the old French regime; but doubtless you know all this?”

“No, Judge,” I answered, recognizing the egotism of the man, but believing frankness to be the best policy.  “This happens to be my first trip on the upper river, and I merely chanced to know your name because you had been pointed out to me by Captain Thockmorton.  I understood from him that you represented one of the oldest families in that section.”