The parson gave a half-audible chuckle as he settled back in the seat and
gripped the reins more firmly.
"What will Nellie say," he thought, "when she sees the lad? Won't she be
surprised! She's never tired of talking about that rescue on the river."
Dan thoroughly enjoyed the drive as he nestled by the parson's side. It
was very strange to be speeding along in such a luxurious manner, with a
horse travelling like the wind, and a big jolly man holding the reins. He
said nothing, but kept his eye fixed upon Midnight, his admiration
steadily increasing. He would like to own a horse like that, and down in
his heart he determined to have one some day--his very own.
"What do you think of Midnight, lad?" asked the parson, noticing Dan's
admiring gaze.
"Great!" was the reply.
"Wish to have one like her, eh?"
"Y'bet."
"You will some day, boy; you will. But get a good one or none at all, and
here's a safe rule:
"Round-hoof'd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long,
Broad breast, full eye, small head and nostrils wide,
High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong.
Thin, mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide.
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