I was exceedingly sorry to part with it, for it had come with me 800 miles in thirty days, over an unusually difficult road, at great variations of altitude, and amid many changes of climate.
And it was always in good spirit, brave and hardy, carrying me as surely the last twenty miles as it had the first twenty.

Yet, when I came to sell it, I was astonished to learn how many were its defects.

Its height, which was 12.3 in Nampoung, had shrunk three days later to 11.3 in Bhamo.

This one subaltern told me who came to look at the pony with the view, he said, of making me an offer.

Another officer proved to me that the off foreleg was gone hopelessly; a third confirmed this diagnosis of his friend, and in a clinical lecture demonstrated that the poor beast was spavined, and that its near hind frog was rotten, "as all Chinese ponies' are," he added.