Dat mule, sah, even eats de pickets on de fence." Kenny felt sincerely that he could understand.
"Just give him his haid, sah," called the negro as he climbed aboard, "and he'll find de road outside fo' yoh." Mule and rider disappeared with a sort of plunge.

Kenny's spirits soared.

Substance and speed here enough for any man.

He remembered in the first moment of his uplift that Cuchullin, foremost champion of the Red Branch, had had a magic steed that rose from a lake.

Its name was Leath Macha.
Very well, he would christen this amazing beast of sinews with the compass nose, Leath Macha, and make him a gift of his head as the darky advised.