His oddly shapen figure, with the wide, square shoulders and short legs, was likewise-draped in red, above which flared his fiery shock of dishevelled hair, while a face fairly distorted with rage, gray from loss of sleep, and rendered ludicrous by its little snapping eyes, glared down upon me.
"Memory of Beelzebub! It would be no matter of laughter for ye, Master Benteen," he snorted savagely, straining at his cords, "could I burst these accursed strings, and lay my hands to your throat.

Ay! nor would yonder idolatrous swine lie there long if I once got free among them.
Imagine not, vain and presumptuous unbeliever that the Lord God Almighty--He who rideth in the chariot of the whirlwind--will long permit the heathen to profane His holy places, or triumph in the misery of one of the elect.

There cometh the Day of Judgment, when the wicked shall be scattered as chaff." "You are in a most unpleasant condition, friend," I replied, endeavoring to speak so as to calm his temper.

"It is in sorrow, not pleasure, I behold you thus." "I am entangled in the snare of the Evil One, Master Benteen.

But I continue manfully to war against the adversary even as becomes my high station." "Have you been long in so pitiful a state?
I dreamed not it would ever come to this." "It may be true you were ignorant of the wiles of that emissary of Satan who doth encompass us," he acknowledged, a trifle mollified by my sympathy.