human
When they all got through, Strong put on two hundred more an' raised his neck an' lifted, an' the bar come up like a trout after a fly. Silas Strong stood, his coat off, his trousers tucked in his boots, looking soberly at the people who cheered him. One eye was wide open, the other partly closed. There were wrinkles above his wide eye, and his faded felt hat, tilted backward and to one side, left his face uncovered. He had a new and grateful sense of being