He was always the cold, distant, unapproachable _overseer_ of Col.

Edward Lloyd's plantation, and needed no higher pleasure than was involved in a faithful discharge of the duties of his office.

When he whipped, he seemed to do so from a sense of duty, and feared no consequences.

What Hopkins did reluctantly, Gore did with alacrity.

There was a stern will, an iron-like reality, about this Gore, which would have easily made him the chief of a band of pirates, had his environments been favorable to such a course of life.