oss to run with him.

"His face was a fortin' to a painter. His forehead was high and narrer,
shewin' only a long strip o' tawny skin, in a line with his nose, the
rest bein' covered with hair, as black as ink, and as iley as a seal's
mane. His brows was thick, bushy and overhangin', like young brush-wood
on a cliff, and onderneath, was two black peerin' little eyes, that kept
a-movin' about, keen, good-natured, and roguish, but sot far into his
skull, and looked like the eyes of a fox peepin' out of his den, when
he warn't to home to company hisself. His nose was high, sharp, and
crooked, like the back of a reapin' hook, and gave a plaguy sight
of character to his face, while his thinnish lips, that closed on a
straight line, curlin' up at one eend, and down at the other, shewed, if
his dander was raised, he could be a jumpin', tarin', rampagenous devil
if he chose. The pint of his chin projected and turned up gently, as if
it expected, when Goodish lost his teeth, to rise in the world in rank
next to the nose. When good natur' sat on the box, and drove, it warn't
a bad face; when Old Nick was coachman, I guess it would be as well to
give Master Frenchman the road.

"He had a red cap on his head, his beard hadn't been cut since last
sheep shearin', and he looked as hairy as a tarrier; his shirt collar,
'which was of yaller flannel, fell on his shoulders loose, and a black
hankercher was tied round his neck, slack like a sailor's. He wore a
round jacket and loose trowsers of homespun with no waistcoat, and his
trowsers was held up by a gallus of leather on one side, and of old cord
on the other. Either Goodish had growed since his clothes was made, or
his jacket and trowsers warn't on speakin' tarms, for they didn't meet
by three or four inches, and the shirt shewed atween them like a yaller
militia sash round him. His feet was covered with moccasins of ontanned
moose hide, and one heel was sot off with an old spur and looked sly
and wicked. He was a sneezer that, and when he flourished his great long
withe of a whip stick, that looked like a fishin' rod, over his head,
and yelled like all possessed, he was a caution, that's a fact.

"A knowin' lookin' little hoss, it was too, that he was mounted on. Its
tail was cut close off to the stump, which squared up his rump, and made
him look awful strong in the hind quarters. His mane was "hogged" which
fulled out the swell and crest of the neck, and his ears being
cropped,