His hands absolutely appeared the hands of a nigger, though his voice was the voice of a white; travelling my eyes up to and beyond his face, I found it was all in keeping; his hair looked like an Indian jungle.

If some one could only have caught him by the heels, and swung him round and round on a carding machine, like a handful of hemp, it would have improved him immensely; especially if, after going through that process, he had been passed between two of the pigs through the scalding-trough at Cincinnati.

Among others of our fellow-voyagers, we found one or two very agreeable and intelligent American gentlemen, who, though more accustomed to the _desagrements_ of travel, were fully alive to it, and expressed their disgust in the freest manner.
Let us now turn from company to scenery .-- What is there to be said on this latter subject?
Truly it is nought but sameness on a gigantic scale.

What there is of grand is all in the imagination, or rather the reflection, that you are on the bosom of the largest artery of commerce in the world.

What meets the eye is an average breadth of from half a mile to a mile of muddy water, tenanted by uprooted trees, and bristling with formidable snags.