It was about seven o'clock in the morning, I think, when we began to steam slowly by the wharves and piers.

I now wished the city were twenty miles further on.

I knew that when we stopped I should have to wake up poor Corny.
The city looked doleful.

Although it was not very early in the morning, there were very few people about.

Some men could be seen on the decks of the vessels at the wharves, and a big steamer for one of the northern ports was getting up steam.