The speaker was "Unc' Edinburg", the driver from Werrowcoke where the narrator was going. A half-hour before he had met him at the station, the queerest-looking, raggedest old darkey conceivable, brandishing a cedar-staffed whip of enormous proportions in one hand, and clutching in the other a calico letter-bag with a twisted string; and with the exception of a brief interval of temporary suspicion on his part, due to the unfortunate fact that my luggage consisted of only a hand-satchel instead of a trunk, they had been steadily progressing in mutual esteem.
