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Keesermann's voice was the quaintest part 

 of him. A very small man, his voice was 

 preternaturally gruff and deep ; a kind of 

 growl, indeed, but so low that unless you 

 were very near him you had to listen keenly 

 to catch his words. But he was the most 

 wonderful walker ; his bright eyes guessed 

 your wishes ere they were half formed, and a 

 smile twitched at the corners of his mouth as 

 legularly in bad times as in good. Alto- 

 gether, Keesermann is the first person I 

 should recommend a traveller to ask for at 

 Lachamul. 



When Ave had been installed in that well- 

 ventilated abode of dirt and darkness called 

 the ' cancellaria ' (in Lachamul a mere loft 

 over a cattle shed, without windows or door) ; 

 when the great jar of whiskey had been 

 brought and a fire lighted on the floor, our 

 guests began to troop in. The first to smell 

 the tempting spoil from afar was that hoary 



