His hair was sandy.

His face was shaven to the chin, and from under the chin, covering the neck and extending to the ears, sprouted a sandy fringe of whiskers well-streaked with gray.

Mother did not greet him, nor did he greet her.

He stood and glowered at her for some time, he cleared his throat and said with a sneer: "Wisht you was back in Missouri right now I bet." I saw mother tighten her lips in self-control ere she answered: "We are from Arkansas." "I guess you got good reasons to deny where you come from," he next said, "you that drove the Lord's people from Missouri." Mother made no reply.
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