Old Barlow, they call him.' 'There can't be two such men--he must be at least a century old.

If any one told me he were a hundred and twenty I shouldn't be inclined to doubt the fact.

I never saw such a shrivelled, wrinkled visage, bloodless, too, as if the poor old wretch never felt your fresh mountain air upon his hollow cheeks.

A dreadful face.

It will haunt me for a month.' 'It must be old Barlow,' replied Steadman.