I was upon the point of calling out to him, when I saw he did not recognize me. Since we had last been together my beard had grown considerably, and my dress was also changed to that of a semi-barbarous one. I drew my hat down to my eyes, and spoke in a changed voice.
“A pleasant day this, my friend.”
“No less personage than Nat stepped ashore.”
“Yes, it is,” replied the same natural, cracked voice.
“A fine country this, too,”
“Yes, that’s so; didn’t expect to see you.”
“And why not, my friend?”