He then drew up close to the count, dismounted, and threw the bridle to a groom standing by.

"Well," said the count, "what do you think of it, M.de Malicorne ?" "This horse, monsieur le comte, is of the Mecklenburg breed.

In looking whether the bit suited his mouth, I saw that he was rising seven, the very age when the training of a horse intended for a charger should commence.

The forehand is light.

A horse which holds its head high, it is said, never tires his rider's hand.