But he was gregarious, and since the sole social expression of the Yukon was the saloon, he expressed himself that way.

When he was a lad in the mining camps of the West, men had always done that.

To him it was the proper way for a man to express himself socially.

He knew no other way.
He was a striking figure of a man, despite his garb being similar to that of all the men in the Tivoli.

Soft-tanned moccasins of moose-hide, beaded in Indian designs, covered his feet.