The autobiography of Sir Henry Morton Stanley, G.C.B.Stanley, Henry M. (Henry Morton)
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The autobiography of Sir Henry Morton Stanley, G.C.B.
Stanley, Henry M. (Henry Morton)
Africa, Central -- Biography; Explorers -- Africa -- Biography; Stanley, Henry M. (Henry Morton), 1841-1904
He appeared a little confused at first, but,
suddenly remembering, he said that on the Monday he would have to
purchase a new pair of trousers and seek work. A little later, it struck
me that there was an unusual forward inclination of the body, and a
singular leanness of the shoulders, compared with the fulness below the
waist in him; and I remarked that he walked more like a girl than a boy.
‘So do you,’ he retorted, with a liberty natural to our age, at which I
only laughed.
I proposed to him that we should breakfast at the French Market that
morning, to which he willingly agreed. We walked down Levee Street, down
to the foot of Canal Street, where we saw fifty or sixty river steamers
assembled, which, massed together, made a most imposing sight. Turning
to take a view of the scene up-river, with its miles upon miles of
shipping, its levee choked with cotton, and other cargoes, he said that
it was a finer sight than even the docks of Liverpool. After a cup of
coffee and some sugared waffles, we proceeded on a tour through the old
quarter of the city, and wandered past the Cathedral of St. Louis, and
through Royal, Chartres, Burgundy, and Toulouse Streets, and, coming
home by Rampart Street, entered Canal Street, and continued our weary
way, through Carondelet and St. Charles Streets, home, where we arrived
heated and hungry. Dick had shown himself very observant, and professed
to be astonished at the remarkable variety of complexions and appearance
of the population. So long as we were in the neighbourhood of the levee
he had been rather shy, and had cast anxious glances about him, fearing
recognition from some of the crew of the ‘Pocahontas’; but, after we had
gone into some of the back streets, he had been more at ease, and his
remarks upon the types of people we met showed much shrewdness.
Monday morning I woke at an early hour, to prepare myself for the week’s
labour; and, on looking towards Dick, who was still sound asleep, was
amazed to see what I took to be two tumours on his breast. My
ejaculation and start woke my companion. He asked what was the matter?
Pointing to his open breast, I anxiously inquired if those were not
painful?
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