He was dressed stylishly, and came with a sort of prance, his head up and his nostrils flaring like a Jersey bull's, looking as popular as a man could appear.

We always called him "Henderson L." to set him apart from Hiram L.Burns, a lawyer that tried to practise here for a few years, and didn't make much of an out of it.
"Mr.Burns," said Pitt Bushyager, "this is Mr.--" "Vandemark," said I: "Jacob Vandemark"-- you see I did not know then that my correct name is Jacobus.
"Mine's Bushyager," said he, "Pitt Bushyager, Got a raft of brothers and sisters--so you'll know us better after a while.

Mr.Burns, this is Mr.
Vandemark." "Glad to meet you, Mr.Vandemark," said Henderson L., flaring his nostrils, and shaking my hand till it ached.

"Hope you're locating in Monterey County.

Father with you ?" "No," said I, "I am alone in the world--and this outfit is all I've got." "Nice outfit," said he.