“My name is Ernest Merrill,” stammered Ernest, standing stock still.
“Where are you from?”
“From Cincinnati, Ohio.”
“How came you here?”
“I was travelling on a steamboat up the Arkansas River, and the steamboat stuck on a mud-bar, so I got off to walk the rest of the way.”
“Where are you going?”
“Fort Gibson.”
“What do you want at Fort Gibson?”
“My uncle. He sent for me.”
“Who is your uncle?”