The Hostel, or Inn, XIII

He was of little form, and tight; His weight, if man, had been full light: In short, he was a sportsman-sprite. A pea-green jerkin on his back All dabbled by a splashing hack; His dirty boots, his leathers long With crimson whip-cord tied; His straight necked spurs, and heavy thong, Proclaimed him formed to ride: And he had ridden far that day, For he was daubed, and splashed with clay.