TAKING LEAVE OF HOBARTOWN. 207 



CHAPTER IX. 



At 8 o'clock on the morning of the Gth we hove 

 up our anchor, got under weigh, and, with a fair 

 wind, stood down the river — leaving Ilobartown in 

 the distance — bound on another long cruise to the 

 westward. 



But before I take leave of Ilobartown, I must 

 acknowledge the general welcome and hospitality 

 with which we were greeted and treated by its 

 inhabitants, who seemed very desirous to add their 

 contributions to make our time whilst in their 

 harbor pass pleasantly. The mere fact of our being 

 Americans was a passport to their good opinion. 

 Although, when we are absent, they jeer at our 

 national peculiarities, and lay great stress upon 

 "guess" and "calculate," yet they are all suavity 

 when in our company. Away from home the whole 

 of our people are known as Yankees, whether hail- 

 ing from the northern, southern, eastern, or western 

 section of our Union. Being an American, as far as 

 my experience goes, is indeed a passport to civility 

 amongst the inhabitants of all these penal colonies. 

 Though the greater part of these people have been 

 banished from Europe for their violation of the laws 

 of their native country, nevertheless, they still con- 

 sider themselves to be the injured party, and view 

 England as a great oppressor, by whose peculiar 



