Miss Fanny Twinkler couldn't bear the sight of him, and we used to make Fagg think that she had taken a fancy to him, and send him little delicacies and books from the cabin.

You ought to have witnessed the rich scene that took place when he came up, stammering and very sick, to thank her! Didn't she flash up grandly and beautifully and scornfully?
So like "Medora," Rattler said--Rattler knew Byron by heart--and wasn't old Fagg awfully cut up?
But he got over it, and when Rattler fell sick at Valparaiso, old Fagg used to nurse him.
You see he was a good sort of fellow, but he lacked manliness and spirit.
He had absolutely no idea of poetry.

I've seen him sit stolidly by, mending his old clothes, when Rattler delivered that stirring apostrophe of Byron's to the ocean.

He asked Rattler once, quite seriously, if he thought Byron was ever seasick.

I don't remember Rattler's reply, but I know we all laughed very much, and I have no doubt it was something good for Rattler was smart.
When the SKYSCRAPER arrived at San Francisco we had a grand "feed." We agreed to meet every year and perpetuate the occasion.