4&amp;lt;&amp;gt; A.\ AMERICAN FARMER IN ENGLAND. 



are the words in letters once white, and the only thing pre 

 tending to be white about her, &quot;The Steam-Tug Company s 

 Boat, No. 5, the Liver of Liverpool.&quot; Long life to her then, 

 for she is a friendly hand stretched out from the shore to 

 welcome us. A good-looking little boat too she is, much 

 better fitted for her business than our New York tow-boats. 



May 28th. 



We were several hours in getting up to town yesterday, 

 after I had written you. Long before any thing else could be 

 seen of it but a thick black cloud black as a thunder-cloud, 

 ind waving and darkening one way and the other, as if from 

 a volcano our approach to a great focus of commerce was 

 indicated by the numbers which we met of elegant, graceful, 

 well-equipped and ship-shape-looking steamers, numerous 

 ships graceful spider-rigged New York liners, and sturdy 

 quarter-galleried, carved and gilt, pot-sided, Bristol built, 

 stump-to -gallant-masted old English East-Indiamen (both 

 alive with cheering emigrants, hopeful of Australian and 

 Michiganian riches, and yet defiant of sea-sickness), dropping 

 down with the tide, or jerked along by brave little steam- 

 tugs, each belching from her chimney, long, dense, swelling 

 volumes of smoke; with hosts of small craft lounging lazily 

 along, under all sorts of sooty canvass. 



These small craft are all painted dead black, and you 

 cannot imagine how clumsy they are. The greater part of 

 them are single masted, as I described the pilot-boat to be. 

 In addition to the mainsail and fore-staysail (an in-board 

 jib), they set a very large gaff topsail, hoisting as .a flying 

 sail, with a gaff crossing the topmast (like our men-of-war s 

 boat sails), their bowsprit is a spar rigging out and in, like a 

 steering sail-boom, and with this they stretch out an enor 

 mous jib, nearly as long in the foot as in the hoist, and of 



