In one picture he grins broadly and holds a bitten melon in his hand.
The winter pictures are less numerous and satisfactory.

He wears huge sabots--no doubt of beechwoods and (as fragments of the inscription "John Stickells, Iping," show) sacks for socks, and his trousers and jacket are unmistakably cut from the remains of a gaily patterned carpet.

Underneath that there were rude swathings of flannel; five or six yards of flannel are tied comforter-fashion about his neck.

The thing on his head is probably another sack.

He stares, sometimes smiling, sometimes a little ruefully, at the camera.