Our Persian friend had returned to Koudoum after the first half-mile, during which he managed to get three falls, for the poor man had no notion of riding or keeping a horse on its legs.

He reminded one of the cockney who sat his horse with consummate ease, grace, and daring, until it moved, when he generally fell off.
I was sorry for him.

He was so meek and unresentful, even when mercilessly chaffed by Gerome.
Our greatest difficulty up till now had arisen from ice, which completely covered the steep narrow pathway up the side of the mountain, and made the ascent slippery and insecure.

The snow had as yet been a couple of feet deep at most, and we had come across no drifts of any consequence.

Arrived at the summit, however, we saw what we had to expect.