SEATS OF THE HAUGHTYGolden by day and silver by night, a new trail now leads to us
across the Indian Ocean. Dusky kings and princes have found our
Bombay of the West; and few be their trails that do not lead down
to Broadway on their journey for to admire and for to see.
If chance should ever lead you near a hotel that transiently
shelters some one of these splendid touring grandees, I counsel you
to seek Lucullus Polk among the republican tuft-hunters that
besiege its entrances. He will be there. You will know him by his
red, alert, Wellington-nosed face, by his manner of nervous caution
mingled with determination, by his assumed promoter's or broker's
air of busy impatience, and by his bright-red necktie, gallantly
redressing the wrongs of his maltreated blue serge suit, like
