From his complexion, and the hue of his shirt, I had already concluded that he was in some grimy trade.

I then inquired of what religion he was, and received for answer that he was a Baptist.

I thought that both himself and part of his apparel would look all the better for a good immersion.
We talked of the war then raging--he said it was between the false prophet and the Dragon.

I asked him who the Dragon was--he said the Turk.

I told him that the Pope was far worse than either the Turk or the Russian, that his religion was the vilest idolatry, and that he would let no one alone.