Cato. Ah, dat’s de talk fer dis chile.
[Exit, M. D.
Scene 5.—The Niagara River—A Ferry.
Ferryman, fastening his small boat.
Ferryman, [advancing, takes out his watch.] I swan, if it ain’t one o’clock. I thought it was dinner time. Now there’s no one here, I’ll go to dinner, and if any body comes, they can wait until I return. I’ll go at once.
[Exit, L.
Enter Mr. White, R., with an umbrella.
Mr. White. I wonder where that ferryman is? I want to cross to Canada. It seems a little showery, or else the mist from the Falls is growing thicker.
[Takes out his sketch-book and pencils,—sketches.
Enter Cane Pedlar, R.