"These papers for Mr. Jefferson, Governor--certain land-titles, of which we spoke to him last year. Do you not remember?" Thus Chouteau, always busy with affairs.
"These samples of cloth and of satin, Governor," said a dark-eyed French girl, smiling up at him. "Would you match them for me in the East? I am to be married in the spring!"
"The price of furs--learn of that, Governor, if you can, while on your journey. The embargo has ruined the trade in all this inland country!" It was Manuel Liza, swarthy, taciturn, who thus voiced a general feeling.
"Books, more books, my son!" implored Dr. Saugrain. "We are growing here--I must keep up with the surgery of the day; I must know the new discoveries in medicine. Bring me books. And take this little case of medicines. You are ill, my son--the fever has you!"
"My people--they mourn for me as dead," said Big White, the Mandan, who had never returned to his people up the Missouri River since the repulse of his convoy by the Sioux. "Tell the Great Father that he must send me soldiers to take me back home to my people. My heart is poor!"
"Governor, see if you can get me an artificial limb of some sort while you are in the East."
It was young George Shannon who said this, leaning on his crutch. Shannon had not long ago returned from another trip up the river, where in an encounter with the Sioux he had received a wound which cost him a leg and almost cost him his life--though later, as has already been said, he was to become a noted figure at the bar of the State of Kentucky.
"Yes! Yes, and yes!" Their leader, punctilious as he was kind, agreed to all these commissions--prizing them, indeed, as proof of the confidence of his people.
He was ready to depart, but stood still, looking about for the tall figure which presently he saw advancing through the throng--a tall man with wide mouth and sunny hair, with blue eye and stalwart frame--William Clark--the friend whom he loved so much, and whom he was now to see for the last time.
General Clark carried upon his arm the baby which had been named after the Governor of the new Territory. Lewis took him from his father's arms and pressed the child's cool face to his own, suddenly trembling a little about his own lips as he felt the tender flesh of the infant. No child of his own might he ever hold thus! He gave him back with a last look into the face of his friend.