Not a husk of oat would she touch that had been under the breath of another horse, however hungry she might be.

And with her oats he mixed some powder, fetching it from his saddle-bags.

What this was I could not guess, neither would he tell me, but laughed and called it 'star-shavings.' He watched her eat every morsel of it, with two or three drinks of pure water, ministered between whiles; and then he made her bed in a form I had never seen before, and so we said 'Good-night' to her.
Afterwards by the fireside he kept us very merry, sitting in the great chimney-corner, and making us play games with him.

And all the while he was smoking tobacco in a manner I never had seen before, not using any pipe for it, but having it rolled in little sticks about as long as my finger, blunt at one end and sharp at the other.

The sharp end he would put in his mouth, and lay a brand of wood to the other, and then draw a white cloud of curling smoke, and we never tired of watching him.