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THE BEST OF THE FUX 



smiling of a big drum. Surely the Salvation Army never 

 noised abroad such glad summons as in this case. 



A few minutes afterwards there appeared on the bank 

 above us the most extraordinary and woebegone product 

 that ever laid claim to humanity. From out of what 



The gaunt visage of a man 



might once have been a military greatcoat, and from 

 under the remnant of a round and formerly white hat, 

 of which only the brim now existed, was to be seen the 

 gaunt visage of a man of sixty years or upwards — his 

 glittering eyes, aquiline nose, high cheek-bones, and 

 feathered ruffle of tangled whisker giving him the appear- 

 ance of a bedraggled hawk. One hand was gloveless, but 



