18/27 Mr. Mr.Tartar and Lobley (Mr.Tartar's man) pulled a pair of oars. Mr.Tartar had a yacht, it seemed, lying somewhere down by Greenhithe; and Mr.Tartar's man had charge of this yacht, and was detached upon his present service. He was a jolly-favoured man, with tawny hair and whiskers, and a big red face. He was the dead image of the sun in old woodcuts, his hair and whiskers answering for rays all around him. |