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'That's the point! said the farrier; and all the married men murmured, ah! that was it, and they only wished they were single themselves; they would show him what spirit was, very soon. The messenger looked towards Will Marks beseechingly. 'It will be a wet night, friend, and my gray nag is tired after yesterday's work Here there was a general titter.
The cabby, recovering from his amazement, was plying an indefatigable whip and thereby eliciting a degree of speed from his superannuated nag, that his fare had by no means hoped for, much less anticipated.
Now, off with ye. Th' ladies'll be wantin' somethin' t' quiet their nerves. Git on that horse, me frisky groom; hustle!" Warburton mechanically climbed into the saddle. It never occurred to him to parley, to say that he couldn't ride a horse. The inventive cells of his usually fertile brain lay passive. "Now," went on the officer, mounting his own nag, "will ye go quietly?
"My calm nag will suit yours better than Black. Why does your hand tremble?" He saw my shaking hands, as I took the rein; the fact was, my wrists were nearly broken. "Nothing shall happen to-night, I assure you," he continued, while he tightened Folly's girth. He contrived to be busy till all the party had disappeared down a turn of the road. As he was mounting his horse, Mrs.
Ralston looked at him again, critically, not over-favourably. "Where are you off to in such a hurry?" he said. Tommy hunched his shoulders, all defiance in a second. "Going for a ride," he growled. "Any objection?" Ralston turned away. "None whatever, my young porcupine. Have mercy on your nag, that's all and don't break your own neck!" Tommy strode wrathfully away to the sound of Mrs.
I followed in the rear of the cart, the pony still proceeding at a sturdy pace, till methought I heard other hoofs than those of my own nag; I listened for a moment, and distinctly heard the sound of hoofs approaching at a great rate, and evidently from the quarter towards which I and my little caravan were moving. We were in a dark lane so dark that it was impossible for me to see my own hand.
A little thin, whitish hair, parted in the middle, showed under her bonnet; her eyes, of the faded no-color of the old, stared unintelligently out of her hard, wrinkled face; her long, straight, hairy chin, rather hooked nose and thin-lipped mouth made an ensemble which suggested a harmless, tedious old lady who could "nag" when she was not pleased.
"Long may it be so, sir!" said the traveller; "but permit me to ask, in your own learned phrase, QUID HOC AD IPHYCLI BOVES? what has all this to do with the shoeing of my poor nag?" "FESTINA LENTE," said the man of learning, "we will presently came to that point.
A lad also, in an Eastern dress, though of simple and somewhat coarse materials, followed him on a stout mule, which likewise carried a pair of saddle-bags, and a small square chest secured in front. Slung over the back of the youth was a long case, of curious form. A dagger at his side was the only arm he wore. A tall man, well-armed with matchlock and scimitar, rode ahead on a stout nag.
He hadn't et fer so long thet yer could see ther bumps made by his backbone through his shirt. I hed some grub in my war bag, an' I fed an' watered him. This yer nag wuz all in, too, an' he hed a long way ter go, so when ther feller ups an' perposes ter trade ponies I give him ther merry cachinnation." "Ther what?" "Ther laugh." "Go ahead, podner, yer shore hez a splendid education."
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