On the whole, we were not much sorry to be rid of them; for though they were human beings, and some of the young girls not without their attractions, yet it was humanity in a very crude, raw state.

In a word, they were savages, destitute to a lamentable extent of all those finer feelings and sentiments which characterize a civilized race.

The roughest of our Gloucester lads were immeasurably in advance of them; and Palmleaf, but recently a lash-fearing slave, seemed of a higher order of beings.
They were gone; but they had left an odor behind.

We had to keep Palmleaf burning coffee on a shovel all the rest of the evening; and, for more than a month after, we could smell it at times,--a "sweet _souvenir_ of our Husky beauties," as Wade used to put it.
There is something at once hopeless and pitiful about this people.
There is no possibility of permanently bettering their condition.

Born and living under a climate, which, from the gradual shifting of the pole, must every year grow more and more severe, they can but sink lower and lower as the struggle for existence grows sharper.