Why, I have seen a fellow at a fair at Henricus selling common Virginian mocking-birds as the "best English mocking-birds".

My uncle had sent out a quantity of Ayrshire cheeses, mutton hams, pickled salmon, Dunfermline linens, Paisley dimity, Alloa worsted, sweet ale from Tranent, Kilmarnock cowls, and a lot of fine feather-beds from the Clydeside.

There was nothing common or trashy in the whole consignment; but the planters preferred some gewgaws from Cheapside or some worthless London furs which they could have bettered any day by taking a gun and hunting their own woods.

When my own business was over, I would look on at some of the other ladings.

There on the wharf would be the planter with his wife and family, and every servant about the place.