He was lean and bony rather than fat, and weighed three hundred and twenty pounds, it was said.
His face was big and broad, simple and yet strong; it was ringed round from ear to ear with a short but very thick sandy beard.

His eyes were blue, his hair, like his beard, was sandy.

He was almost forty years old and was still a bachelor.
"Wal, young ones," he said at last, "reckonin' trundle-bed trash, there's a lot of ye, ain't there ?" His voice surprised me.

From such a massive man I had expected to hear a profound bass.

Yet his voice was not distinctly bass, it was clear and flexible.