With round, high, hollow, smooth, brown, jetty hoof; With pasterns short, upright, but yet in mean; Dry sinewy shanks; strong fleshless knees and lean; With hart-like legs; broad breast, and large behind, With body large, smooth flanks, and double chined; A crested neck, bowed like a half bent bow, Whereon a long, thin, curled mane doth flow; A firm full tail, touching the lowly ground, With dock between two fair fat buttocks drown'd; A pricked ear, that rests as little space As his light foot; a lean, bare, bony face, Thin joule, and head but of a middle size; Full, lively-flaming, quickly-rolling eyes; Great foaming mouth, hot fuming nostril wide; Of chesnut hair, his forehead starrified; Three milky feet, a feather in his breast, Whom seven-years-old at the next grass he guest. In many respects he was like that horse which the elder of the three Fracassins won in battle in the Taprobanique Islands, in the wars between the two dreadful Giant Kings Gargamitre and Tartabas. _Ce furieux destrier estoit d'une taille fort belle, à jambe de cerf, la poictrine ouverte, la croupe large, grand corps, flancs unis, double eschine, le col vouté comme un arc mi-tendu, sur lequel flottoit un long poil crespu; la queue longue, ferme et espesse; l'oreille poinctue et sans repos, aussi bien que le pied, d'une corne lissee, retirant sur le noir, haute, ronde, et creuse, le front sec, et n'ayant rien que l'os; les yeux gros prompts et relevez; la bouche grande, escumeuse; le nareau ronflant et ouvert; poil chastain, de l'age de sept ans. Bref qui eut voulu voir le modelle d'un beau, bon et genereux cheval en estoit un._ Like this he was, except that he was never _Nobs furieux_, being as gentle and as docile at seven years old, as at seventeen when it was my good fortune to know and my privilege sometimes to ride him. He was not such a horse as that for which Muley, the General of the King of Fez, and the _Principe Constante_ D. Fernando fought, when they found him without an owner upon a field covered with slain; a horse _tan monstruo, que siendo hijo del Viento, adopcion pretende del Fuego; y entre los dos lo desdize y lo desmiente el color, pues siendo blanco dize el Agua, parto es este de mi esfera, sola yo pude quaxarle de nieve._ Both leaped upon him at once, and fought upon his back, and Calderon's Don Fernando thus describes the battle,— _En la silla y en las ancas puestos los dos juntamente, mares de sangre rompimos; por cuyas ondas crueles este baxel animado, hecho proa de la frente, rompiendo el globo de nacar. desde el codon al copete, parecio entre espuma y sangre, ya que baxel quise hazerle, de quatro espuelas herido, que quatro vientos le mueven._