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."
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."