He is not ver' big man.

He has a face-oh, not ver' handsome, not so more handsome as yours--non.

His clothes, dey hang on him all loose; his hair, it is all some grey, and it blow about him head.

He is clean to de face, no beard--no, nosing like dat.

But his eye--la, M'sieu', his eye! It is like a coal which you blow in your hand, whew!--all bright.