He had risen as they came near and stood looking at them, with the book under his arm.

Samson says in his diary that he looked like "an untrimmed yearling colt about sixteen hands high.

He got up slow and kept rising till his bush of black tousled hair was six feet four above the ground.
Then he put on an old straw hat without any band on it.

He reminded me of Philemon Baker's fish rod, he was that narrer.

For humliness I'd match him against the world.