Mr. Lincoln set the folder down on my desk and opened it, revealing a small carte-de-visite picture from a photographer's studio. It showed a man of about 30 with a wild mane of hair. Even in black-and-white, I could see his locks were as red as a new penny. He must have felt the pistol and machete in his belt were inadequate protection, for he also had a musket in one hand and a sword in the other.
"Meet Methuselah Montaine McBacon, inventor and navigator from the Deep South. Meth is the black sheep of a prominent Southern flock."