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Morning/ 5 the Devil must be " an extremely 

 pretty fellow." But in spite of the fineness of the 

 morning, our passage was a most disagreeable con- 

 cern : there was a violent swell in the sea ; and a 

 strong north wind, though it carried us forward 

 with great rapidity, overwhelmed us with whole 

 sheets of foam so incessantly, that I expected, as 

 soon as the sun should have evaporated the 

 moisture, to see the boat's crew covered with salt, 

 and looking like so many Lot's wives after her 

 metamorphosis. 



The distance was about thirty miles, and soon 

 after nine o'clock we reached Savannah la Mar, 

 where I found my trustee, and a whole cavalcade, 

 waiting to conduct me to my own estate ; for he 

 had brought with him a curricle and pair for 

 myselfi a gig for my servant, two black boys upon 

 mules, and a cart with eight oxen to convey my 

 baggage. The road was excellent, and we had 

 not above five miles to travel ; and as soon as the 

 carriage entered my gates, the uproar and confu- 

 sion which ensued sets all description at defiance. 

 The works were instantly all abandoned ; every 

 thing that had life came flocking to the house 

 from all quarters ; and not only the men, and 

 the women, and the children, but, " by a bland 

 assimilation," the hogs, and the dogs, and the 

 geese, and the fowls, and the turkeys, all came 

 hurrying along by instinct, to see what could pos- 

 sibly be the matter, and seemed to be afraid of 



