But there was a feeling in her heart
that she was wronged,--that she should go forth an exile from her _own_
Bellevue.
On the following week, Jaspar and Emily proceeded to New Orleans, in the
family carriage, to take a steamer for Cincinnati.
CHAPTER VI.
"Day after day, day after day,
We stuck,--nor breath, nor motion,--
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean."
ANCIENT MARINER.
It was about the time of the events related in the preceding chapters,
at the close of a variable day, in which the storm and sunshine seemed
to struggle for the ascendency, that a plain-looking, home-made sort of
man might have been seen attempting to effect a safe transit of the
steamboat levee at New Orleans. This personage was no other than Mr.
Nathan Benson, commonly called at home "Uncle Nathan." He was one of the
better class of New England farmers, an old bachelor, well to do in the
world, and was now engaged in the laudable enterprise of seeing the
country.
Uncle Nathan, though he laid no claims to gentility in the popular
signification of the term, was, nevertheless, a gentleman,--one of
Nature's noblemen.
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