He rose to his feet as the Captain brought the light--the storm was now subsiding, and the lightning was less frequent--and stood revealed as a person of surprising size and unusual blackness.

He was, in fact, so black that it was no wonder that Cleggett had not seen him on the seat of the carriage, for unless one turned a light full upon him his face could not be seen at all after dark.

He was in a blue livery, and his high, cockaded coachman's hat had stayed on his head in spite of everything.
Even sitting down on the deck he had possessed an air of patience.
When he arose and the Captain flashed the light upon his face, it revealed a countenance full of dignified good humor.
"Where did you come from ?" asked Cleggett.
The negro removed the hat with the cockade before answering.

He did it politely.

Even ceremoniously.