The animal had a liking for that farm, with which I fully sympathized.

Whenever I let it out, it would go dashing down the road to Mr.Hamilton's, as if going on a grand frolic.

My horse gone, of course I must go after it.

The explanation of our mutual attachment to the place is the same; the horse found there good pasturage, and I found there plenty of bread.

Mr.
Hamilton had his faults, but starving his slaves was not among them.