There was the same roistering and sprawling crowd; the same loudness and profanity; the same abundance of whisky and its intemperate indulgence; the same barbaric hilarity of negroes, driven and cursed.

And now many goatees, and much talk of politics, of Whigs and Democrats.
St.Louis was languid, weary and old.

The buildings had an air of decay.
The stream of life moved sluggishly, not swiftly as in New York or Buffalo, or even in the village of Chicago.

There were luxury here and wealth.

There were slaves and a slave market.