Caleb

Caleb has it all figured out.

But the best one was Caleb!

At length a timid and hesitating voice replied: “Master—Master of Ravenswood, is it you?” “Yes, it is I, Caleb; open the door quickly.”

At length Caleb, with a trembling hand, undid the bars, opened the heavy door, and stood before them, exhibiting his thin grey hairs, bald forehead, and sharp high features, illuminated by a quivering lamp which he held in one hand, while he shaded and protected its flame with the other.

Caleb seldom made an excursion from the old fortress to the neighbouring village of Wolf's Hope without bringing back what tidings were current in the vicinity.

As the Master of Ravenswood was about to reply, the door of the hall opened, and Caleb Balderstone rushed in.

Caleb and I must both learn, madam, to undergo with good humour, or at least with patience, the ridicule which everywhere attaches itself to poverty.

Caleb was as bold as any lion where the honour of the family of Ravenswood was concerned.

Caleb hastened to the eastern battlement, which commanded the prospect of the whole sands, very near as far as the village of Wolf's Hope. He could easily see his master riding in that direction, as fast as the horse could carry him.

Caleb got really angry when, screaming about cultural appropriation, Keiko called out his man-bun.