I was not sentimental about animals then.

I had not read of "Black Beauty" or any other personified monsters; I had not heard of any societies for the prevention of cruelty to anything.

But my pity stirred of its own accord at the sight of that miserable brute in the treadmill.

I was used to seeing horses hard-worked and abused.

This horse had no load to make him sweat, and I never saw him whipped.