text:  He was a man of some thirty years of age as dry and tough as leather of grave and pedantic mien the skin of his forehead twisted into innumerable small wrinkles his lips pressed firmly together his bright reddish-grey eyes apparently fixed but in reality perpetually shifting their restless glances from the men by whom he was surrounded to some chests that lay upon the deck before him and again from the chests to the men; his whole lean bony angular figure in a position that made it difficult to conjecture whether he was going to pray or to sing or to preach a sermon