He was thick, solid, firm--thick through the body, thick through the thighs; and his shoulders--what shoulders they were!--round like a maple log; and his great head with its thatching of coarse iron-gray hair, though thrust slightly forward, seemed set immovably upon them.
He presented such a forbidding appearance that I was of two minds about addressing him.

Dour he was indeed! Nor shall I ever forget how he looked when I spoke to him.

He stopped short there in the road.

On his big square nose he wore a pair of curious spring-bowed glasses with black rims.

For a moment he looked at me through these glasses, raising his chin a little, and then, deliberately wrinkling his nose, they fell off and dangled at the length of the faded cord by which they were hung.
There was something almost uncanny about this peculiar habit of his and of the way in which, afterward, he looked at me from under his bushy gray brows.