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him, and not a set of unhappy mortals, whose 

 bones were being wellnigh dislocated, and teeth 

 loosened, by his luckless attempts at being face- 

 tious. This man was a picturesque mortal. His 

 trowsers, the longest and widest that were ever 

 seen, were in part hidden by a sort of kilt or 

 petticoat, both being of a very dirty white, and 

 neither quite reaching a very short shirt, if shirt 

 that might be called which reached only the 

 waist, and left a kind of vacant space between it 

 and the trowsers or petticoat, which has been 

 classically denominated an " interregnum ;" a 

 sort of waistcoat over the shirt, considerably the 

 worse in appearance for a close intimacy and 

 friendship with his very long and particularly 

 greasy hair, shoes without socks, and the whole 

 crowned with a felt hat, to which a Quaker's hat 

 is a joke, the broadest brim in the world, turned 

 up at the edges, for what purpose I cannot divine, 

 but which has the effect of retaining all the rain 

 which may chance to fall upon it. 



He was generally in the forepart of the wagen 

 when we were travelling at a moderate pace, but 

 when he intended to gallop he always mounted 

 the near-side wheel-horse, without saddle, and 



