The dealers were negroes of every age,--men, women, boys, and girls, and they brought everything they could scrape up, that they thought visitors might buy,--fruit, shells, sponges, flowers, straw hats, canes, and more traps than I can remember.

Some of them had very nice things, and others would have closed out their stock for seven cents.

The liveliest and brightest of all these was a tall, slim, black, elastic, smooth-tongued young girl, named Priscilla.

She nearly always wore shoes, which distinguished her from her fellow-countrywomen.

Her eyes sparkled like a fire-cracker of a dark night, and she had a mind as sharp as a fish-hook.