He was lean, but tall, and he walked with a wonderful swinging gait that betokened a frame wrought to the strength of steel by exercise, wind, weather, and life always in the open.

Though his face was browned by sun and storm his hair was yellow and his eyes blue.
He was dressed wholly in deerskin and he carried over his shoulder the long slender rifle of the border.

At his belt swung hatchet and knife.
There was a touch to the young man that separated him from the ordinary woods rover.

He held himself erect with a certain pride of manner.

The stock of his rifle, an unusually fine piece, was carved in an ornate and beautiful way.