Octavius Milburn would not, I think, have objected to being considered, with relation to his own line in life, a representative man.

He would have been wary to claim it, but if the stranger had arrived unaided at this view of him, he would have been inclined to think well of the stranger's power of induction.

That is what he was--a man of averages, balances, the safe level, no more disposed to an extravagant opinion than to wear one side whisker longer than the other.

You would take him any day, especially on Sunday in a silk hat, for the correct medium: by his careful walk with the spring in it, his shrewd glance with the caution in it, his look of being prepared to account for himself, categorically, from head to foot.

He was fond of explaining, in connection with an offer once made him to embark his capital in Chicago, that he preferred a fair living under his own flag to a fortune under the Stars and Stripes.