That tone, however, is not without its advantages also; and the young sailor found that it might be serviceable, when, at Hartford Bridge, a person of a very different description was intruded upon them. He was a short, broad-made man, with long, baboonish arms, and a face on which nature had so plainly written the class to which it was to belong, that, had fortune, in some of her freaks, covered it either with the coronet of a peer, or a peasant's straw hat, his mother, or fortune, or nature, would have had much to answer for. Some of the features were good, however--the eyes were very tolerable, for instance; and the nose was not bad. But then the cheek-bones! good heavens, such cheek-bones! From Crim Tartary to Banff there is nothing to be seen like them. The mouth, too, was worse--one of those fearful mouths, whose broad, fat, wide-parted, irregular lips seem to vaticinate the fate of the owner with such distinctness, that no person of common foresight can see them without at once picturing the person who possesses them--not as about to be hanged, but as actually hanging. The skin that was over all was of that reddish, coarse, mottled kind, which puts one in mind of a gross strawberry; and although, as before said, the eyes in themselves were _goodish_, blue, meaningless eyes enough, yet the place where there should have grown eyelashes, being alone furnished with a red, knotty line in their room, gave them a ferret-like sharpness, without which they would have signified nothing at all. This worthy, "_passant à joints pieds_," as Madame de Sevigné calls it, over all ceremonies, was inclined to make himself so much at his ease, that Captain Delaware, disgusted and offended, yet without any absolute pretext for anger, felt strongly inclined to quarrel with, and eject from the window, a person who interrupted a pleasant conversation to substitute vulgar impertinence in its place. Burrel, on the contrary, with cool indifference, amused himself for a moment or two with the other's vulgarity, and then trode him into silence by contempt. He then calmly resumed the conversation with his first companion, from which there was something in his tone and manner that irresistibly excluded the other, who, to revenge himself, looked out of the window, and like my Uncle Toby, whistled _lillebullero_.