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melancholy afternoon for me, for I spent the 

 whole time in looking, I thought for the last 

 time, at the object of my adoration. In due 

 time he was put up, and knocked down ; but I 

 in vain endeavoured to discover who was the 

 purchaser. I should have liked to have stayed 

 until his new owner took him away, but my 

 father caught sight of me and took me home, 

 much against my inclination. 



The next morning after breakfast he sent 

 me out with some message to old Tom in the 

 stable, when outside, much to my astonishment 

 and delight, there was a small pony phaeton, 

 and in it a large hamper with the " old Jamaica." 

 I was not long rushing into the stable, and in 

 one of the stalls there stood " my pony." I 

 was tearing up to make a more intimate ac- 

 quaintance with him, when in an instant he 

 was up on end, with his fore feet in the manger, 

 looking as wild as a buck, showing the whites 

 of his eyes, and giving plain evidence of the 

 stuff that was in him, and that he was not used 

 to small boys. Old Tom and my father came 

 and coaxed him down, and after giving him 

 some small slices of carrot he got quiet and 

 reconciled to me and his new home. He was 



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