Perhaps Starlight knows something about him, or Warrigal.

We'll ask them.' We fossicked about for a while to see if the man who lived so long by himself in this lonely place had left anything behind him to help us make out what sort he was.

We didn't find much.

There was writing on the walls here and there, and things cut on the fireplace posts.

Jim couldn't make head or tail of them, nor me either.
'The old cove may have left something worth having behind him,' he said, after staring at the cold hearth ever so long.