The man's head is bent.

His elbows are resting on his knees; the hickory handle of his ox whip lies across his lap, the lash at his feet.

He seems to be looking down at his boots, into the tops of which his trousers have been folded.

He is a rugged, blond, bearded man with kindly blue eyes and a rather prominent nose.

There is a striking expression of power in the head and shoulders of Samson Traylor.