“In the spring of 18... two people were resting on the slope of a forest hill not far from the Wabasha River, which rolled its clear waters into the Ohio River. The younger one looked about twenty-five years old and, judging by his clothes, looked more like a sailor than a hunter. A low hat with a wide ribbon sat rather jauntily on his blond, curly hair. Under the blue sailor's jacket, shoulders were outlined in relief that Hercules himself would be proud of; trousers made of white canvas were supported by a belt, behind which protruded a knife in a wide leather sheath. A red flannel shirt and black silk tie completed the suit. Only sewn high boots - the so-called moccasins - indicated that the young man was more familiar with forest life than with the life of a sailor...”