The face above the beard and below the visor was sunburned, with little wrinkles about the eyes and curving lines from the nostrils to the corners of the mouth.

The upper lip was shaved, and the eyebrows were heavy and grayish black.

Cap, face, and ulster were dripping with water.
The newcomer paused in the doorway for an instant, evidently to add the finishing touch to a conversation previously begun.
"Well, I tell you, Ezra," he called, over his shoulder, "if it's too deep to wade, maybe I can swim.

Fat floats, they tell me, and Abbie says I'm gettin' fleshier every day.

So long." He closed the door and, smiling broadly, swung down the aisle.