I think pilots were about the only people I ever knew who failed to show, in some degree, embarrassment in the presence of traveling foreign princes.

But then, people in one's own grade of life are not usually embarrassing objects.
By long habit, pilots came to put all their wishes in the form of commands.

It 'gravels' me, to this day, to put my will in the weak shape of a request, instead of launching it in the crisp language of an order.
In those old days, to load a steamboat at St.Louis, take her to New Orleans and back, and discharge cargo, consumed about twenty-five days, on an average.

Seven or eight of these days the boat spent at the wharves of St.Louis and New Orleans, and every soul on board was hard at work, except the two pilots; they did nothing but play gentleman up town, and receive the same wages for it as if they had been on duty.

The moment the boat touched the wharf at either city, they were ashore; and they were not likely to be seen again till the last bell was ringing and everything in readiness for another voyage.
When a captain got hold of a pilot of particularly high reputation, he took pains to keep him.