ðə kˌɔːɹɪspˈɑːndənt dᵻskɹˈaɪbd kɹˈʌtʃfiːld æz "ɐ sˈʌnbɜːnt, wˈaɪɚɹi lˈɪɾəl mˈæn, wɪð fˈɑːksi hˈɛɹ ænd wˈɪskɚz, ænd ðˌoʊ, baɪ ɹᵻpˈoːɹt, ʌv kənsˈɪdɚɹəbəl mˈiːnz, wˈɛɹz ðə tʃˈiːpɪst ʌv hˈoʊmspʌn sˈuːts, ɐ ɡˈʊd dˈiːl fɹˈeɪd æt ðɪ ˈɛdʒᵻz, ænd wɪð ɐ pˈɛɹ ʌv hˈɛvi, wˈɛlɡɹˈiːst kˈaʊhaɪd bɹˈoʊɡənz ðæt wɜː ðə pɚpˈɛtʃuːəl dᵻspˈɛɹ ʌvðə pˈʊlmən bˈuːtblˈæks."
The correspondent described Crutchfield as "a sunburnt, wiry little man, with foxy hair and whiskers, and though, by report, of considerable means, wears the cheapest of homespun suits, a good deal frayed at the edges, and with a pair of heavy, well-greased cowhide brogans that were the perpetual despair of the Pullman boot-blacks."