I may safely lay claim to being that man--in a figurative way; though there are half a dozen volumes or so back there--the small pedestal on which I stand reaching up toward a place on the Supreme Bench of the United States." He had had a drink or two with Buckner Gowdy back there in the saloon, and this had taken the brakes off his tongue--if there were any provided in his temperament.

So, aside from Buck Gowdy, I was the first of his fellow-citizens of Monterey County to become acquainted with N.V.
Creede.

He reminded me at first of Lawyer Jackway of Madison, the guardian _ad litem_ who had sung the song that still recurred to me occasionally-- "Sold again, And got the tin, And sucked another Dutchman in!" But N.V.looked a little like Jackway from the fact only that he wore a long frock coat, originally black, a white shirt, and a black cravat.

He was very tall, and very erect, even while carrying those books and that bag.

He was smooth-shaven, and was the first man I ever saw who shaved every day, and could do the trick without a looking-glass.