With his long dust-colored coat and the lacings of violent scarlet upon his cap and his upturned collar he made you think of one of those big gray African parrots that talk so fluently and bite so viciously.

But when, getting nimbly up, he turned to greet us and be introduced the resemblance vanished.
There was nothing of the parrot about him now, Here was a man part watch dog and part hawk.

His cheeks and the flanges of his nostrils were thickly hair-lined with those little red-and-blue veins that are to be found in the texture of good American paper currency and in the faces of elderly men who have lived much out-of-doors during their lives.

His jowls were heavy and pendulous like a mastiff's.

His frontal bone came down low and straight so that under the flat arch of the brow his small, very bright agate-blue eyes looked out as from beneath half-closed shutters.