Broad, unpaved, deep in dust, shaded upon its ragged edges by mulberries and poplars, it ran without shadow of turning from the gates of William and Mary to the wide sweep before the Capitol.

Houses bordered it, flush with the street or set back in fragrant gardens; other and narrower ways opened from it; half way down its length wide greens, where the buttercups were thick in the grass, stretched north and south.

Beyond these greens were more houses, more mulberries and poplars, and finally, closing the vista, the brick facade of the Capitol.
The two from Fair View plantation kept their forest gait; for the trader was in a hurry to fulfill his part of the bargain, which was merely to exhibit and value the skins.

There was an ordinary in Nicholson Street that was to his liking.

Sailors gamed there, and other traders, and half a dozen younger sons of broken gentlemen.