ROBUR, THE CONQUEROR Robur, the Conqueror! This then was the likeness I had vaguely recalled.

Some years before the portrait of this extraordinary man had been printed in all the American newspapers, under date of the thirteenth of June, the day after this personage had made his sensational appearance at the meeting of the Weldon Institute at Philadelphia.
I had noted the striking character of the portrait at the time; the square shoulders; the back like a regular trapezoid, its longer side formed by that geometrical shoulder line; the robust neck; the enormous spheroidal head.

The eyes at the least emotion, burned with fire, while above them were the heavy, permanently contracted brows, which signified such energy.

The hair was short and crisp, with a glitter as of metal in its lights.

The huge breast rose and fell like a blacksmith's forge; and the thighs, the arms and hands, were worthy of the mighty body.