There were a few horses and ponies in the street leading into the fair from the south.
I saw none sold, however.

A tall athletic figure was striding amongst them, evidently a jockey and a stranger, looking at them and occasionally asking a slight question of one or another of their proprietors, but he did not buy.

He might in age be about eight-and-twenty, and about six feet and three-quarters of an inch in height; in build he was perfection itself, a better built man I never saw.

He wore a cap and a brown jockey coat, trowsers, leggings and high-lows, and sported a single spur.

He had whiskers--all jockeys should have whiskers--but he had what I did not like, and what no genuine jockey should have, a moustache, which looks coxcombical and Frenchified--but most things have terribly changed since I was young.