He was middle-aged and flabby, and had long, straggling gray hair, bound round with a cotton fillet, none too clean.
He wore a frock coat all buttoned up before, each button constricting his fat, with a bulge between.

His trousers were made from a blanket once white, with a wide black band around the calf of each leg, and he wore fine doeskin moccasins, richly embroidered with silk.
His dirty fingers displayed a quantity of brass rings from the store, set with gems of colored glass.

His heavy, loose-featured face was unremarkable, except for the extraordinarily bright, quick, shallow eyes, suggesting at different moments the eyes of a child, an animal, and a madman.
His skin showed a tinge of yellow as distinguished from the pure copper of his companions, and Ambrose was reminded of the black man.
Watusk grandiloquently introduced his four companions.

"My councilors," he said: "Toma, minister of state; Lookoovar, minister of war; Mahtsonza, minister of interior; Tatateecha, minister of medicine." Thus their uncouth names as Ambrose got them.

He avoided Simon's eye, and bit his lip to keep from laughing.