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He was seven feet and fat. He came to Fort O'Angel at Hudson's Bay, an / immense slip of a lad, very much in the way, fond of horses, a wonderful / hand at wrestling, pretending a horrible temper, threatening tragedies / for all who differed from him, making the Fort quake with his rich roar, / and playing the game of bully with a fine simplicity. In winter he / fattened, in summer he sweated, at all times he ate eloquently.
It was a picture to see him with the undercut of a haunch of deer or / buffalo, or with a whole prairie-fowl on his plate, his eyes measuring it / shrewdly, his coat and waistcoat open, and a clear space about him -- for / he needed room to stretch his mighty limbs, and his necessity was / recognised by all.