r shuit, just as ye'll lave yer clothes an' go away, as
I thrust, in these. Put thim on now, as soon as ye loike. Ye'll find
thim a fine fit, an' they're an excellint matayrial. The frind that
left thim was a giniral officer, and be the same tokin that same man
swore more, an' faster, an' louder, an' deeper than any man I iver
met with afore or since."

While the affable chief was thus talking, Russell proceeded to array
himself in the general's uniform. Everything was there complete, from
top to toe, and everything was of the very best quality--richest gold
lace, glittering epaulettes, stripes and bands that dazzled the eye,
buttons and chains of splendor indescribable, hat with gorgeous
plumage, sword of magnificent decoration, attached to a belt that a
king might choose to wear. All these delighted the soul of Russell,
but not least of all the cloth, whose softness and exquisite fineness
appealed to his professional feelings, and caused his fingers to
wander lovingly over the costly fabric.

Soon he had completed the task of dressing himself, and once more
stood erect in all the dignity of manhood.

"Begorra!" said the chief, "ye'd ought to be grateful to me for
makin' ye put on thim clothes. Ye look loike a commandher-in-chafe,
so ye do--loike the Juke av Wellington himself. The clothes fit ye
loike a glove. I niver saw a betther fit--niver. Ye must put on yer
sword an' belt, so as to give a finish to it all," and with these
words he handed Russell the weapon of war. Russell took it with
evident pleasure and fastened it about his waist. The chief made him
walk up and down, and complimented him so strongly that the prisoner
in his new delight almost forgot the woes of captivity.

The chief now prepared to retire. Pointing to Russell's clothes,
which he had kept all the time rolled up in a bundle tucked under one
arm, he shook his head meditatively and said,

"It'll be a long job I'll be havin' wid these."

"Why so?" asked Russell.

"Sure it's the examinin' that I've got to do," said the chief.
"Gin'rally we examine thim by stickin' pins through every part, but
in yer case there's thirty thousand pounds stowed away somewhere, an'
I'm goin' meself to rip every stitch apart. Afther I've done wid my
search thro' thim clothes, it isn't loikely that any one in this
castle 'll ever be loikely to put thim together again. To do that
same 'ud nade a profissional tailor wid a crayative janius, so it
would. An' so, I sa