CAPTAIN MACWHIRR, of the steamer Nan-Shan, had a physiognomy that, in the order of material appearances, was the exact counterpart of his mind: it presented no marked characteristics of firmness or stupidity; it had no pronounced characteristics whatever; it was simply ordinary, irresponsive, and unruffled.

The only thing his aspect might have been said to suggest, at times, was bashfulness; because he would sit, in business offices ashore¹, sunburnt and smiling faintly, with downcast eyes. When he raised them, they were perceived to be direct in their glance and of blue colour. His hair was fair and extremely fine, clasping from temple to temple the bald dome² of his skull³ in a clamp as of fluffy⁴ silk. The hair of his face, on the contrary, carroty and flaming, resembled a growth of copper⁵ wire clipped short to the line of the lip; while, no matter how close he shaved, fiery⁶ metallic⁷ gleams passed, when he moved his head, over the surface of his cheeks. He was rather below the medium height, a bit round-shouldered, and so sturdy of limb that his clothes always looked a shade too tight for his arms and legs. As if unable to grasp what is due to the difference of latitudes⁹, he wore a brown bowler¹⁰ hat, a complete suit of a brownish hue¹¹, and clumsy black boots. These harbour togs gave to his thick figure an air of stiff and uncouth¹² smartness. A thin silver watch chain looped his waistcoat, and he never left his ship for the shore without clutching in his powerful, hairy fist an elegant umbrella of the very best quality, but generally unrolled. Young Jukes, the chief mate, attending his commander to the gangway, would sometimes venture to say, with the greatest gentleness, “Allow me, sir” — and possessing himself of the umbrella

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