The horse had no sores on his body, as the cow had, nor was he quite so lean: but he was the weakest, most distressed-looking animal that I ever saw.

The flies settled on him, and Miss Laura had to keep driving them away.

He was a white horse, with some kind of pale-colored eyes, and whenever he turned them on Miss Laura, she would look away.
She did not cry, as she often did over the sick and suffering animals.
This seemed too bad for tears.

She just hovered over that poor horse with her face as white as her dress, and an expression of fright in her eyes.

Oh, how dirty he was! I would never have imagined that a horse could get in such a condition.
All this had only taken a few minutes, and just after she got the horse out, Mr.Harry appeared.