Just at this time a farmer came riding up on a brown cob.

All three climbed into the Colonel's dog-cart, and away went the brown cob at a slashing pace for Rushmere.

The Bradford people insisted upon making me a present of my own likeness, life-size, with my brown cob, Peter Pindar, standing beside me.

"There's the brown cob for you to do what you like with him while you are here."