He uttered strange sounds, and seemed very much afraid of the darkness, into which he peered continually, clutching in his hand, which hung midway between knee and foot, a stick with a heavy stone made fast to the end.

He was all but naked, a ragged and fire-scorched skin hanging part way down his back, but on his body there was much hair.

In some places, across the chest and shoulders and down the outside of the arms and thighs, it was matted into almost a thick fur.

He did not stand erect, but with trunk inclined forward from the hips, on legs that bent at the knees.

About his body there was a peculiar springiness, or resiliency, almost catlike, and a quick alertness as of one who lived in perpetual fear of things seen and unseen.
At other times this hairy man squatted by the fire with head between his legs and slept.