Again Grimshaw had begun to press us.

My uncle wanted to get his paper and learn, if possible, when the Senator was expected in Canton.
So he gave me permission to ride with Purvis to the post-office--a distance of three miles--to get the mail.

Purvis rode in our only saddle and I bareback, on a handsome white filly which my uncle had given me soon after she was foaled.

I had fed and petted and broken and groomed her and she had grown so fond of me that my whistled call would bring her galloping to my side from the remotest reaches of the pasture.

A chunk of sugar or an ear of corn or a pleasant grooming always rewarded her fidelity.