Henry Seton Merriman, Tomaso's Fortune, and Other Stories… (1904)
“ I went out after breakfast, and I gave him a leg up on to his very sorry horse, which he sat like a tailor or a sailor. He held the reins like tiller-lines, and indulged in a pleased smile at the effect of the yellow boots.“No great hand at this sort of thing,” he said, with a nod of farewell. “When the beast does anything out of the common, or begins to make heavy weather of it, I am not.”He ranged up alongside his beloved gun, and gave the word of command with more dignity than he knew what to do with.All that day I was employed in arranging quarters for the nurses. ”
