Hassel

When we got to Mr. Hassel's, the old man was sitting on the steps reading the newspaper.

Now the truth was, he and Mr. Hassel had quarrelled long ago, about some land that Mr. Hassel had sold him.

The title wasn't good, and father always thought Mr. Hassel knew it when he sold the land.

I turned around, and saw Ned Hassel on one of his fast horses.

The midshipman, Mr Hassel, who had been seriously injured in the unfortunate expedition, took a passage home in the store-ship.