No.
So I walked on, and entered the church, where I soon found a seat. No Indian, red as a deer, could have startled the simple people more. They gazed and they gazed; but as I was all attention to the sermon, and conducted myself with perfect propriety, they did not expel me, as at first I almost imagined they might.
Service over, I made my way through crowds of children, who stood staring at the marvelous stranger, and resumed my stroll along the London Road.
My next stop was at an inn, where under a tree sat a party of rustics, drinking ale at a table.
“Good day,” said I.
“Good day; from Liverpool?”
“I guess so.”
“For London?”
“No; not this time. I merely come to see the country.”
At this, they gazed at each other; and I, at myself; having doubts whether I might not look something like a horse-thief.