He has slept with me nights, and followed me around days, and kind o' looked at me as if he understood how I felt.

Well, the other day I was just feeding him with a few old scraps I picked up by the kitchen door, and Mas'r came along, and said I was feeding him up at his expense, and that he couldn't afford to have every nigger keeping his dog, and ordered me to tie a stone to his neck and throw him in the pond." "O, George, you didn't do it!" "Do it?
not I!--but he did.

Mas'r and Tom pelted the poor drowning creature with stones.

Poor thing! he looked at me so mournful, as if he wondered why I didn't save him.

I had to take a flogging because I wouldn't do it myself.