The great lawyer took much interest in the boy and accompanied him to the top of the stage, the weather being clear and warm.

Mr.Adams sat facing Jack, and beside the latter was a slim man with a small sad countenance which wore a permanent look of astonishment.

Jack says in a letter that his beard "was not composed of hair, but hairs as straight and numerable as those in a cat's whiskers." They were also gray like his eyes.

After the stage had started this man turned to Jack and asked: "What is your name, boy ?" "John Irons." The man opened his eyes wider and drew in his breath between parted lips as if he had heard a most astonishing fact.
"My name is Pinhorn, sir--Eliphalet Pinhorn," he reciprocated.

"I have been visiting my wife in Newark." Jack thought it a singular thing that a man should have been visiting his wife.
"May I ask where you are going ?" the man inquired of the boy.
"To Philadelphia." Mr.Pinhorn turned toward him with a look of increased astonishment and demanded: "Been there before ?" "Never." The man made a sound that was between a sigh and a groan.