He sailed over them like a bird.

Helen could not acquire the knack of sitting the saddle properly, and so, not only was her person bruised on these occasions, but her feelings were hurt.

Helen had never before been conscious of vanity.

Still, she had never rejoiced in looking at a disadvantage, and her exhibitions here must have been frightful.

Bo always would forge to the front, and she seldom looked back, for which Helen was grateful.
Before long they struck into a broad, muddy belt, full of innumerable small hoof tracks.