Carlyle

My large rowboat approached your yacht, it contained seven men counting me, I stood keeping time with their song with a orchestra leaders baton as they rowed the sterns, my eyes suddenly rested on you, I leaned over the rail spellbound with curiosity, I made a quick movement with my baton and the singing ceased, you noticed I was the only white man, six others were all negroes “Narcissus ahoy!” I called politely