"Why, no, Em; who ever heard of such a thing as trees on a ship?
they couldn't have trees on a ship if they wanted--there's no earth for them to grow in.

But I'll tell you what they've got--they've got masts a great deal higher than any tree, and I'm going to climb clear up to the top when we go to live on the ship." "I wouldn't," said Em; "you might fall down like Ben did from the tree, and then you'd have to have your head sewed up as he had." The probability that an occurrence of this nature might be the result of his attempt to climb the mast seemed to have considerable weight with Master Clarence, so he relieved his sister's mind at once by relinquishing the project.
The morning for departure at length arrived.

Eph brought the carriage to the door at an early hour, and sat upon the box the picture of despair.

He did not descend from his eminence to assist in any of the little arrangements for the journey, being very fearful that the seat he occupied might be resumed by its rightful owner, he having had a lengthy contest with the sable official who acted as coachman, and who had striven manfully, on this occasion, to take possession of his usual elevated station on the family equipage.

This, Eph would by no means permit, as he declared, "He was gwine to let nobody drive Massa dat day but hissef." It was a mournful parting.