A somewhat old-fashioned standing collar, flaring away from the throat, was encircled by a red cravat, tied in a bow under his chin.

A diamond stud of perhaps two carats showed in the triangle of spotless shirt front, and on his head was a cloth cap with ear lappets.

He accosted our friend with, "I reckon you must be Mr.Lenox.How are you?
I'm glad to see you," tugging off a thick buckskin glove, and putting out a plump but muscular hand.
John thanked him as they shook hands, and "hoped he was well." "Wa'al," said Mr.Harum, "I'm improvin' slowly.

I've got so 'st I c'n set up long enough to have my bed made.

Come last night, I s'pose?
Anybody to the deepo to bring ye over?
This time o' year once 'n a while the' don't nobody go over for passengers." John said that he had had no trouble.