They are all good fellows, and perfect phenomena, if you may believe all they say--perfect phenomena.

You see that chap there, with the big mouth and crossed eyes.

Well, sir, he informs me that he has dined off a live Indian every morning for the last seventeen years, and is certain that he should pine away and die, if he should be deprived of his usual meal.

You see he is pretty nearly an Indian himself.

His hair is black as a savage's, and if he goes a few months longer without washing, he will have the war-paint all over his face.