'It's quite a treat to see the old scamp again.

Well, old man,' he says to the dog, 'how's all getting on at the Hollow ?' The dog came right up to Rainbow and rubbed against his fetlock, and jumped up two or three times to see if he could touch his rider.

He was almost going to bark, he seemed that glad to see him and us.
Dad was sitting on a log by the hut smoking, just the same as he was before he left us last time.

He was holding two fresh horses, and we were not sorry to see them.

Horses are horses, and there wasn't much left in our two.