There were, it is true, no finer or braver men in the room than Jackson and Jem Belcher, the one with his magnificent figure, his small waist and Herculean shoulders; the other as graceful as an old Grecian statue, with a head whose beauty many a sculptor had wished to copy, and with those long, delicate lines in shoulder and loins and limbs, which gave him the litheness and activity of a panther.
Sans doute, il n'y avait personne dans l'assistance qui fût comparable à Jackson ou à Belcher, pour la beauté des proportions et la bravoure. Le premier était remarquable par la structure magnifique, l'étroitesse de sa taille, la largeur herculéenne de ses épaules.