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And the watchman told, saying, He came even unto them, and cometh not again: and the driving is like the driving of Jehu the son of Nimski; for he driveth furiously.

Then I cast loose my buff coat, each halter let fall, Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all, Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear, Called my Roland his pet name, my horse without peer; Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise bad or good, 'Til at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood.

Gamaun is a dainty steed, Strong, black, and of a noble breed, Full of fire, and full of bone, With all his line of fathers known; Fine his nose, his nostrils thin, But blown abroad by the pride within; His mane is like a river flowing, And his eyes like embers glowing In the darkness of the night, And his pace as swift as light.

Morgan!--She ain't nothing else, and I've got the papers to prove it. Sired by Chippewa Chief, and twelve hundred dollars won't buy her. Briggs of Turlumme owned her. Did you know Briggs of Turlumme?-- Busted hisself in White Pine and blew out his brains down in Frisco?

Villain, a horse--Villain, I say, give me a horse to fly, To swim the river, villain, and to fly.

The wildest colts only make the best horses.

Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents The armorers accomplishing the knights, With busy hammers closing rivets up, Give dreadful note of preparation.

An two men ride of a horse, one must ride behind.

The king is come. Deal mildly with his youth; For young hot colts, being raged, do rage the more.

Give me another horse! Bind up my wounds!

A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!

Round-hoofed, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide, High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong, Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide: Look what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on so proud a back.

Go anywhere in England where there are natural, wholesome, contented, and really nice English people; and what do you always find? That the stables are the real centre of the household.

I saw them go; one horse was blind, The tails of both hung down behind, Their shoes were on their feet.

And the hood of the horses shakes the crumbling field as they run.

His neck is high and erect, his head replete with intelligence, his belly short, his back full, and his proud chest swells with hard muscles.