Far from the Madding Crowd

Since he lived six times as many working-days as Sundays, Oak's appearance in his old clothes was most peculiarly his own the mental picture formed by his neighbours in imagining him being always dressed in that way. He wore a low-crowned felt hat, spread out at the base by tight jamming upon the head for security in high winds, and a coat like Dr. Johnson's; his lower extremities being encased in ordinary leather leggings and boots emphatically large, affording to each foot a roomy apartment so constructed that any wearer might stand in a river all day long and know nothing of damp their maker being a conscientious man who endeavoured to compensate for any weakness in his cut by unstinted dimension and solidity.