His hide was kind o' yaller and leathery.

I could see he was still in the gristle--a little over twenty--but his face was marked up by worry and weather like a man's.

I never saw anybody so long between joints.

Don't hardly see how he could tell when his feet got cold." He wore a hickory shirt without a collar or coat or jacket.

One suspender held up his coarse, linsey trousers, the legs of which fitted closely and came only to a blue yarn zone above his heavy cowhide shoes.