Then it must be remembered, that Joshua was one of the handsomest men you could see in a long summer’s day; a real man; no sickly, effeminate, half-woman, but a tall, broad-shouldered, deep-chested fellow, largely framed, and with that calm self-control, that steady unfeverish energy, which seemed as if it could carry the world before it. And maybe his good looks influenced his new acquaintances in the beginning, even more than they themselves knew.