The right fore hoof of the roan had been cut smack off, as smoothly as though done with an ax; and the stiffened leg had a curiously unfinished look about it, suggesting a natural malformation.

Dead only a few hours, their carcasses already had begun to swell.

The skin on their bellies was as tight as a drumhead.
We forced the quivering mare past the two dead horses.

Beyond them the road was a litter.

Knapsacks, coats, canteens, handkerchiefs, pots, pans, household utensils, bottles, jugs and caps were everywhere.