He possessed a good share of urbanity, had seen much of the world, and was of an age and temper to vent no violent opinions.

He gave me information on some topics.

We got along pleasantly.

One day, a sleeping sawyer, as it is called, rose up in the river behind us in a part of the course we had just passed, which, if it had risen two minutes earlier, would have pitched us in the air, and knocked our skiff in shivers.

We stopped at Vevay, to taste the wine of the vintage of that place, which was then much talked of, and did not think it excellent.