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nimble steps he hurried from the hall, and over- 

 taking Bill and myself, on our way to the office, 

 whispered something in the former's ear. 



" By the great hook -block, I'll do it," said Bill, 

 after a moment's consideration, and catching my 

 arm he rushed into a barber 

 Bhop, closely followed by the 

 shipper. 



" Take off my whiskers as 

 quick as you can, Yankee 

 John," said Bill to the Por- 

 tuguese barber, while Mr. 

 Jones added "and a good 

 portion of his hair too, my 

 man." In a very few minutes 

 Bill's face was denuded of an 

 enormous pair of whiskers, 

 his long flowing locks were 

 trimmed closely all round, 

 and looking in the glass he 

 swore he hardly knew him- 

 self. 



" Now come up to the 

 store." 



Arrived there, Mr. Jones produced a pair of pan- 

 taloons of yellow and light blue crossbarred stuff, 

 a shirt which had evidently already been ii 

 contact with whale oil, and one of those abomin 

 able hats, whi;h, as Bill said, "would make ojd 

 Jimmy Square-foot himself look like a 

 horn." 



