INTERVIEW WITH THE JUDGE OF YREKA. 253 
in a large armchair, cleverly balanced on 
the two hind-legs. No, it was not sitting, or 
lying, or standing, or lounging; it was a posture 
compounded of all these positions. His (I mean 
Judge 
’s) legs were extended on a level 
with his nose, and rested on the square deal table 
before him. He was smoking an immense cigar, 
one half of which was stowed away in his cheek, 
rolled about, and chewed; whilst the other half 
protruded from the corner of his mouth, and 
reached nearly to his eye. <A little distance from 
the Judge was an immense spittoon, like a young 
sponging-bath. He was ‘whittling’ a piece of 
stick with a pocket-knife, and looked the em- 
bodiment of supreme indifference. The chair 
he occupied and the table—whose only use, as 
far as I could see, was to rest his legs on—con- 
stituted the entire furniture. 
The Judge himself was a long spare man, and 
gave me the idea of an individual whose great 
attribute consisted in possessing length without 
breadth or thickness; everything about him was 
suggestive of length. Beginning at his head, his 
hair was long, and his face was long, and his nose 
was long, and a long goatee-beard terminated the 
end of his chin; his arms were long, and his legs 
were long, and his feet were long; he had along 
