Now, mind what I tell you, and keep your own counsel.' By and by, the day came when the horses were run in for father and Mr.
Starlight and Warrigal, who packed up to be off for some other part.
When they were in the yard we had a good look at his own horse--a good look--and if I'd been a fellow that painted pictures, and that kind of thing, I could draw a middlin' good likeness of him now.
By George! how fond I am of a good horse--a real well-bred clinker.

I'd never have been here if it hadn't been for that, I do believe; and many another Currency chap can say the same--a horse or a woman--that's about the size of it, one or t'other generally fetches us.

I shall never put foot in stirrup again, but I'll try and scratch out a sort of likeness of Rainbow.
He was a dark bay horse, nearly brown, without a white hair on him.

He wasn't above 15 hands and an inch high, but looked a deal bigger than he was, for the way he held his head up and carried himself.

He was deep and thick through behind the shoulders, and girthed ever so much more than you'd think.