It is easy for the guide to let his bridle
be--he is accustomed to place himself in that helpless position under stress of circumstances, and he knows exactly what his pony can do.
I had of course long been used to a halter and a headstall, and to be led about in the fields and lanes quietly, but now I was to have a bit and bridle
; my master gave me some oats as usual, and after a good deal of coaxing he got the bit into my mouth, and the bridle
fixed, but it was a nasty thing!
'Will you take your hand off the bridle
?' said he, quietly -
Winkle pulled at the bridle
of the tall horse till he was black in the face; and having at length succeeded in stopping him, dismounted, handed the whip to Mr.
The mule was shy, and was so frightened at her bridle
being seized that rearing up she flung her rider to the ground over her haunches.
"Take you his bridle
and let us do honor to the guest who has come to feast with us."
It required only one glance to assure him that these were the equipages he was in search of; he therefore turned his bridle
, and rode back to the king.
Holà master, will you let my horse's bridle
We will suppose that one man alone has to catch and mount a horse, which as yet had never felt bridle
But Rouletabille had seized the bridle
and, to my utter astonishment, stopped the carriage with a vigorous hand.
"Stuff!" cried Porthos, almost choked with dust and chewing his bridle
as a horse chews his bit.
It was on one of those mornings, common in early spring, when the year, fickle and changeable in its youth like all other created things, is undecided whether to step backward into winter or forward into summer, and in its uncertainty inclines now to the one and now to the other, and now to both at once--wooing summer in the sunshine, and lingering still with winter in the shade--it was, in short, on one of those mornings, when it is hot and cold, wet and dry, bright and lowering, sad and cheerful, withering and genial, in the compass of one short hour, that old John Willet, who was dropping asleep over the copper boiler, was roused by the sound of a horse's feet, and glancing out at window, beheld a traveller of goodly promise, checking his bridle
at the Maypole door.