He resolved, therefore, to purchase a becoming nag for his journey, and with this object he called upon a neighboring farmer, named Murray, who possessed a very beautiful animal, rising four, and which he learned was to be disposed of.
"Mr.Murray," said he, "I understand you have a young horse for sale." "I have, sir," replied Murray; "and a better piece of flesh is not in the country he stands in." "Could I see him ?" "Certainly, sir, and try him, too.

He is not flesh and bone at all, sir--devil a thing he is but quicksilver.

Here, Paudeen, saddle Brien Boro for this gentleman.

You won't require wings, Mr.Woodward; Brien Boro will show you how to fly without them." "Well," replied Woodward, "trial's all; but at any rate, I'm willing to prefer good flesh and bone to quicksilver." In a few minutes the horse was brought out, saddled and bridled, and Woodward, who certainly was an excellent horseman, mounted him and tried his paces.
"Well, sir," said Murray, "how do you like him ?" "I like him well," said Woodward.

"His temper is good, I know, by his docility to the bit." "Yes, but you haven't tried him at a ditch; follow me and I'll show you as pretty a one as ever a horse crossed, and you may take my word it isn't every horse could cross it.