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worlungman's clothes he'd bought sec-ondhand in Goodwill stores to serve him on
mountain climbs and hikes and for sitting in the open at nightfor campfiresfor
hitchhiking up and down the Coast. In fact in his little knap-sack he also had a funny
green alpine cap that he wore when he got to the foot of a mountainusually with a
yodelbefore starting to tromp up a few thousand feet. He wore mountain-climbing
bootsexpensive oneshis pride and joyItalian makein which he clomped around
over the sawdust floor of the bar like an oldtime lumberjack. Japhy wasn't bigjust
about five foot sevenbut strong and wiry and fast and muscular. His face was a mask
of woeful bonebut his eyes twinkled like the eyes of old giggling sages of China
over that little goateeto offset the rough look of his handsome face. His teeth were a
little brownfrom early backwoods neglectbut you never no-ticed that and he opened
his mouth wide to guffaw at jokes. Sometimes he'd quiet down and just stare sadly at
the floorlike a man whittling. He was merry at times. He showed great sym-pathetic
interest in me and in the story about the little Saint Teresa bum and the stories I told
him about my own expe-riences hopping freights or hitc yilai:
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