I at once told him that he was the very man we wanted; that we planned to make a picture of him in plaster; at the same time, I described the method of work, and while talking, holding him by the arm, drew him over toward the schoolhouse.

Almost before he realized it, we were ready for the task.

As he removed his shirt and prepared for the operation of oiling and the application of the plaster, he looked somewhat sombre.

After seeing the work well begun, I stepped outside and sat in the portico until it should be done.

The first piece of plaster had been applied, the subject had been turned, and was lying ready for the second application.