I took all the criticisms under consideration, and then when they were repeated I told the men that really I loved to ride a horse with a hump on its back.

It was so biblical, just like riding a camel.

As for bad kidneys, both Dandy and I were teetotallers and we could arrest disease by our temperance habits.

The weakness of knees too was no objection in my eyes.

In fact, I had so long, as a parson, sat over weak-kneed congregations that I felt quite at home sitting on a weak-kneed horse.
Poor dear old Dandy, many were the rides we had together.