to the nose. When good natur' sat on the box, and drove,
it warn't a bad face; when Old Nick was coachman, I guess
it would be as well to give Master Frenchman the road.

"He had a red cap on his head, his beard hadn't been cut
since last sheep shearin', and he looked as hairy as a
tarrier; his shirt collar, 'which was of yaller flannel,
fell on his shoulders loose, and a black hankercher was
tied round his neck, slack like a sailor's. He wore a
round jacket and loose trowsers of homespun with no
waistcoat, and his trowsers was held up by a gallus of
leather on one side, and of old cord on the other. Either
Goodish had growed since his clothes was made, or his
jacket and trowsers warn't on speakin' tarms, for they
didn't meet by three or four inches, and the shirt shewed
atween them like a yaller militia sash round him. His
feet was covered with moccasins of ontanned moose hide,
and one heel was sot off with an old spur and looked sly
and wicked. He was a sneezer that, and when he flourished
his great long withe of a whip stick, that looked like
a fishin' rod, over his head, and yelled like all possessed,
he was a caution, that's a fact.

"A knowin' lookin' little hoss, it was too, that he was
mounted on. Its tail was cut close off to the stump,
which squared up his rump, and made him look awful strong
in the hind quarters. His mane was "hogged" which fulled
out the swell and crest of the neck, and his ears being
cropped, the critter had a game look about him. There
was a proper good onderstandin' between him and his rider: