We were all dressed alike: broad slouch hats
, to keep the sun off; gray knapsacks; blue army shirts; blue overalls; leathern gaiters buttoned tight from knee down to ankle; high-quarter coarse shoes snugly laced.
All the time that he had been speaking, the dubious-looking men with carbines and dirty slouch hats
had been gathering silently in such preponderating numbers that even Muscari was compelled to recognize his sally with the sword as hopeless.
In the slanting evening shadows cast by the baggage piled up on the platform, Vronsky in his long overcoat and slouch hat
, with his hands in his pockets, strode up and down, like a wild beast in a cage, turning sharply after twenty paces.
And at the zenith of his fame, how he would suddenly appear at the old village and stalk into church, brown and weather-beaten, in his black velvet doublet and trunks, his great jack-boots, his crimson sash, his belt bristling with horse-pistols, his crime-rusted cut- lass at his side, his slouch hat
with waving plumes, his black flag unfurled, with the skull and crossbones on it, and hear with swelling ecstasy the whisperings, "It's Tom Sawyer the Pirate!
She was leaning over, with part of her upper deck above water, and you could see every little chimbly-guy clean and clear, and a chair by the big bell, with an old slouch hat
hanging on the back of it, when the flashes come.
The man turned around, a wreck of shabby old clothes, sodden with rain and all a-drip, and showed a black face under an old slouch hat
. Tom was frightened.
There was something about the slope of the shoulders and the fringe of silver hair between coat collar and slouch hat
that aroused vague memories.
Another pedestrian had entered from the other end, a man heavily built and clad, with an astrakhan collar to his coat on this warm night, and a black slouch hat
that hid his features from my bird's-eye view.
'Being a buttero is the most beautiful job in the world but you have to have a passion for working outside with animals.' Sandro Zampieri, the capo of the Azienda Regionale Agricola di Alberese, smiles as he introduces me to my riding companions for the day--three men clad in battered slouch hats
, waistcoats and waist-length chaps made of wild boar skin.