The master wore a frock coat, but the servant was dressed in a "claw-hammer," and looked like a first-class waiter.
It is about a two hours' ride over to St.George's, and Christy enjoyed the excursion as much as though there had not been a blockade-runner in the world.

The town, with even its principal street not more than ten feet wide, reminded him of some of the quaint old cities of Europe he had visited with his father a few years before.

But M.Rubempre was bent on business, and the delightful scenery was an old story to him.

They took a boat at a pier, and for an hour a negro pulled them about the harbor.

There were quite a number of steamers in the port, long, low, and rakish craft, built expressly for speed, and some of them must have been knocked to pieces by the blockaders before the lapse of many weeks, though a considerable proportion of them succeeded in delivering their cargoes at Wilmington or other places.
The visitors looked them over with the greatest interest.