[The author describes ‘Old Nick’ briefly on page 12.] 

The middle of April would bring our extra help, Old Nick, for the busy lambing season, a twenty-four hour day being usual at the beginning of the century, in a large flock.

[…]

Old Nick was a tall heavily built fellow, weighing a good sixteen stones or more […] He was a good and chearful worker, but would only do short spells followed by drinking bouts. He had a loud raucus laugh, and his gruff voice souded rather husky. Both arms were tattooed from wrist to elbow. He always brought his own “li'le dawg” which he had begged or bought for a few shillings, and which was seldom of any use. He was usually singing [the popular love song] ‘Bonnie Mary of Argyle’ at the top of his lungs in a loud strident voice, or giving his clear, high whistle and shouting, “Dawg, Hi dawg”. 

He said his name was Nicholas Poore […].