Pump shaft ...

and yon to east'ard is Prince's shaft....

We go round here behind engine-house....

Yon's my house 'mong the trees." "That's a fine animal," said Gard, stopping suddenly to look at a great white horse, which stood nibbling the gorse on the edge of the cliff right in the eye of the sun, as it drooped towards Guernsey in a holocaust of purple and amber and crimson clouds.

The glow of the threatening sky threw the great white figure into unusual prominence.
"Yours, Mr.Hamon ?" asked Gard--and the white horse flung up its head and pealed out a trumpet-like neigh as though resenting the imputation.
"No," said old Tom, staring at the white horse under his shading hand.
"Seigneur's.