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As we have said, there were some official mysteries connected with the arrival of our steamer in Nassau; but these did not compare with the visitations experienced in Havana. As soon as we had dropped anchor, a swarm of dark creatures came on board, with gloomy brows, mulish noses, and suspicious eyes.
"How cunnin'!" says I. "Why, they'd make the Rock of Ages look like a loose front tooth. And all I got to do is pull 'em up by the roots, one at a time. Ha, ha! Likewise, tee-hee!" It sized up like a bad case of bee bite with me at the wrong end of the stinger. Still, I was just mulish enough to stick around.
On the third morning as he went forth in the still early dawn he heard a snort, and looking toward the spruce woods, was amazed to see towering up, statuesque, almost grotesque, with its mulish ears and antediluvian horns, a large bull moose. Rolf was no coward, but the sight of that monster so close to him set his scalp a-prickling. He felt so helpless without any firearms.
" It isn't Coleman that's after her. It is she that is after Coleman." Coke was mulish. " No such thing. Coleman's crazy about her. Everybody has known it ever since he was in college. You ask any of the other fellows." Nora was now very serious, almost doleful. She remained still for a time, casting at Coke little glances of hatred.
It was an obstinate, mulish old face, seamed and creased, the bright sunlight rendering more manifest the leather-like skin, the marvellous network of wrinkles about eyes and mouth. Not being paid for thought, the old fellow now contented himself with dozing, quite confident of not being quickly disturbed. In this he was right.
Had I lacked imagination, had I been stupid, had I been stubbornly mulish in having my own way, I should never have got in this pickle. And the lads and lassies were dancing, and there was no one to save me from my fate. How much I drank I do not know.
"Mary? Mary who?" "Miss Humfray." "Oh, is her name Mary?" "Of course it is." Margaret slipped her arm through George's; gazed up at him. "Do you like her, George?" "Like whom?" "Why, Mary Miss Humfray." "Oh, I think she's a little better than Mrs. Major in some ways. If that's what you mean." Margaret sighed. Such mulish indifference was a dreadful thing to this girl.
This impenetrability and something mulish in her attitude annoyed him. "I can't think," he said, "how you could so have forgotten yourself. It's truly grievous." Mrs. Mitchett murmured: "Yes, sir; the girls gets it into their heads that there's going to be no young men for them." "That's right," said the girl sullenly. Pierson's lips grew tighter. "Well, what can I do for you, Mrs.
His own mouth, by the way, was coarser, but more facile: it spoke when silent: the chin was cleft and sensitive. "When she once makes up her mind, the verdict of the whole world will not make her flinch," he thought with keen approval. The quality which he had that very day damned as mulish obstinacy in one of his clerks was infinitely alluring to him in this young girl.
They still exhibit their mulish contempt for the barriers reared so confidingly around them, and develop new and startling traits of devilment every day; but it is not until we leave Aden, and the long swells come rolling up from the monsoon region, that the real fun begins.
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