Said they were going to the Yosemite.

They were a rough lot, but that's nothing; everybody looks rough that travels afoot.
Mr.Emerson was a seedy little bit of a chap, red-headed.

Mr.
Holmes as fat as a balloon; he weighed as much as three hundred, and double chins all the way down to his stomach.

Mr.Longfellow built like a prize-fighter.

His head was cropped and bristly, like as if he had a wig made of hair-brushes.