Until his death, he was essentially always the wild man inside.
He became a wild man, and his children after him grew up to be wild men also.
For one moment, indeed, the idea did occur to March that this was the wild man.
The way was along the road, but presently the wild man turned into a stretch of woods.
Luckily, the wild man did not treat March in a similar manner.
The chances were ten to one against her having been born in wedlock—such a loose, wild man as her father was.
It was quite clear that the wild man must have neglected her education sadly.
Thus spake he, and the wild man departed forth out of the country.
Gradually the rock toppled and fell, and the wild man fell along with it.
The orang-outang, or wild man, in not very commonly met in the jungle.