Sometimes he would sit backward, with his face to the horse's tail and sides, and then, with a whoop and a somerset, come right side up in his place again, and, drawing on a grave face, begin to lecture Andy in high-sounding tones for laughing and playing the fool.

Anon, slapping his sides with his arms, he would burst forth in peals of laughter, that made the old woods ring as they passed.

With all these evolutions, he contrived to keep the horses up to the top of their speed, until, between ten and eleven, their heels resounded on the gravel at the end of the balcony.

Mrs.Shelby flew to the railings.
"Is that you, Sam?
Where are they ?" "Mas'r Haley 's a-restin' at the tavern; he's drefful fatigued, Missis." "And Eliza, Sam ?" "Wal, she's clar 'cross Jordan.

As a body may say, in the land o' Canaan." "Why, Sam, what _do_ you mean ?" said Mrs.Shelby, breathless, and almost faint, as the possible meaning of these words came over her.
"Wal, Missis, de Lord he persarves his own.