Why dat ar chile can take care of his pony all by hissef.

You should just seed dem two de oder day.

You see de pony felt kinder big dat day, an' tuck a heap o' airs on hissef, an' tried to trow him--twarn't no go--Massa Clary conquered him 'pletely.

Mighty smart boy, dat," continued Eph, looking at little Clarence, admiringly, "mighty smart.
I let him shoot off my pistol toder day, and he pat de ball smack through de bull's eye--dat boy is gwine to be a perfect Ramrod." "Oh, pa," laughingly interrupted little Clarence; "I've been telling him of what you read to me about Nimrod being a great hunter." "That's quite a mistake, Eph," said Mr.Garie, joining in the laugh.
"Well, I knowed it was suffin," said Eph, scratching his head; "suffin with a rod to it; I was all right on that pint--but you'r gwine to let him go, ain't yer, massa ?" "I suppose, I must," replied Mr.Garie; "but mind now that no accident occurs to young Ramrod." "I'll take care o' dat," said Eph, who hastened off to prepare the horses, followed by the delighted Clarence.
That evening, after his return from Savannah, Clarence kept his little sister's eyes expanded to an unprecedented extent by his narration of the wonderful occurrences attendant on his trip to town, and also of what he had seen in the vessel.

He produced an immense orange, also a vast store of almonds and raisins, which had been given him by the good-natured steward.
"But Em," said he, "we are going to sleep in such funny little places; even pa and mamma have got to sleep on little shelves stuck up against the wall; and they've got a thing that swings from the ceiling that they keep the tumblers and wine-glasses in--every glass has got a little hole for itself.
Oh, it's so nice!" "And have they got any nice shady trees on the ship ?" asked the wondering little Em.
"Oh, no--what nonsense!" answered Clarence, swelling with the importance conferred by his superior knowledge.