He had a thick crop of black hair--shaggy, unkempt, and full of grease, grass, and fragments of dry gum-leaves.

On his head were two old felt hats--one sewn inside the other.

On his back a shirt made from a piece of blue blanket, with white cotton stitches striding up and down it like lines of fencing.

His trousers were gloom itself; they were a problem, and bore reliable evidence of his industry.

No ordinary person would consider himself out of work while in them.