'This man was of wonderful vigor, calmness, beauty of
person,
The shape of his head, the pale yellow and white of his
hair and beard, the immeasurable meaning of his
black eyes, the richness and breadth of his manners,
These I used to go and visit him to see, he was wise also,
He was six feet tall, he was over eighty years old, his sons
were massive clean, bearded, tan faced, handsome,
They and his daughters loved him, all who saw him loved
him,
They did not love him by allowance, they loved him with
personal love,
He drank water only, the blood show'd like scarlet
through the clear- brown skin of his face,
He was a frequent gunner and fisher, he sail'd his boat
himself, he had a fine one presented to him by a ship-
joiner, he had fowling-pieces presented to him by
men who loved him,
When he went with his five sons and many grand-sons to
hunt or fish, you would pick him out as the most
beautiful and vigorous of the gang,
You would wish long and long to be with him, you
would wish to sit by him in the boat that you and he
might touch each other.'
(from Walt Whitman's 'I sing the body electric')