He asked seventy pounds at the fair; but, between ourselves, he would be glad to take fifty here." "I almost wish," said I, "that I were a rich squire." "You would buy him then," said the landlord.

Here he mused for some time, with a very profound look.

"It would be a rum thing," said he, "if, some time or other, that horse should come into your hands.

Didn't you hear how he neighed when you talked about leaving the country?
My granny was a wise woman, and was up to all kinds of signs and wonders, sounds and noises, the interpretation of the language of birds and animals, crowing and lowing, neighing and braying.

If she had been here, she would have said at once that that horse was fated to carry you away.
On that point, however, I can say nothing, for under fifty pounds no one can have him.