Wheelbarrow

"Gaining the more open water, the bracing breeze waxed fresh; the little Moss tossed the quick foam from her bows, as a young colt his snortings. How I snuffed that Tartar* air! --how I spurned that turnpike earth! --that common highway all over dented with the marks of slavish heels and hoofs; and turned me to admire the magnanimity of the sea which will permit no records."

Tartar: wild (from the nomadic Tartars, or Tartary, a region in Siberia)