He drops his bridle on the pommel of his saddle, whistles to his
pony, and disappears in the mist; riding with his hands in his pockets, and his pipe in his mouth, as composedly as if he were sitting by his own fireside at home.
"It is rather unusual that a white man comes unheralded," he said, as they walked together toward the field into which he had suggested that the traveler might turn his
pony. "My friends, the natives, keep us rather well-posted."
He was quite tired out with pacing the streets, to say nothing of repeated disappointments, and was sitting down upon a step to rest, when there approached towards him a little clattering jingling four-wheeled chaise' drawn by a little obstinate-looking rough-coated
pony, and driven by a little fat placid-faced old gentleman.
'Janet, hire the grey
pony and chaise tomorrow morning at ten o'clock, and pack up Master Trotwood's clothes tonight.'
He heard their screams, and, hurrying round the corner, saw a couple of men struggling to drag them out of the little pony-chaise in which they had been driving, while a third with difficulty held the frightened
pony's head.
Next, in a pause on the part of the man who led him, he regarded with huge interest a piebald Shetland
pony. It lay on the ground.
Lawrence on his grey
pony. I flew across the field, leaped the stone fence, and then walked down the lane to meet him.
Poyser's thoughts immediately reverted to him when, a day or two afterwards, as she was standing at the house- door with her knitting, in that eager leisure which came to her when the afternoon cleaning was done, she saw the old squire enter the yard on his black
pony, followed by John the groom.
'And I should delight to look round me from the brow of that tallest point: my little
pony Minny shall take me some time.'
The
pony was fidgety-- he felt the influence of the popular uproar.
"'And now she's at the
pony's tail, And now she's at the
pony's head, On that side now, and now on this; And, almost stifled with her bliss,
Boys, you see, think a horse or
pony is like a steam-engine or a thrashing-machine, and can go on as long and as fast as they please; they never think that a
pony can get tired, or have any feelings; so as the one who was whipping me could not understand I just rose up on my hind legs and let him slip off behind -- that was all.