The Elder got mad.

He first coaxed and patted, and soft sawdered him, and then whipt and spurred, and thrashed him like any thing.

Pony got mad too, for hosses has tempers as well as Elders; so he turned to, and kicked right straight up on eend, like Old Scratch, and kept on without stoppin' till he sent the Elder right slap over his head slantendicularly, on the broad of his back into the river, and he floated down thro' the bridge and scrambled out at t'other side.
"Creation! how he looked.

He was so mad, he was ready to bile over; and as it was he smoked in the sun, like a tea-kettle.

His clothes stuck close down to him, as a cat's fur does to her skin, when she's out in the rain, and every step he took his boots went squish, squash, like an old woman churnin' butter; and his wet trowsers chafed with a noise like a wet flappin' sail.