The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest. The flood had made, the wind was nearly calm, and being bound down the river, the only thing for it wa...

“One evening as I was lying flat on the deck of my steamboat, I heard voices approaching⁠—and there were the nephew and the uncle strolling along the bank. I laid my head on my arm again, and had near...

“I looked at him, lost in astonishment. There he was before me, in motley, as though he had absconded from a troupe of mimes, enthusiastic, fabulous. His very existence was improbable, inexplicable, a...