He raised his hands and eyes in the most agonized manner, as though passion was writhing within, and burst forth--"O, my God! my God! has it indeed come to this! Am I to be arraigned in this way?
Is my conduct to be questioned by these people?
Is my authority to be destroyed by the interference of stranger?
O, my God!" And he fell back into the arms of his book-keeper, and was carried out of the room in convulsions.
The next morning we started on another excursion, for the purpose of attending the appraisement of an apprentice belonging to Silver Hill, a plantation about ten miles distant from Grecian Regale.

We rode but a short distance in the town road, when we struck off into a narrow defile by a mule-path, and pushed into the very heart of the mountains.
We felt somewhat timid at the commencement of our excursion among these minor Andes, but we gained confidence as we proceeded, and finding our horse sure-footed and quite familiar with mountain paths, we soon learned to gallop, without fear, along the highest cliffs, and through the most dangerous passes.

We were once put in some jeopardy by a drove of mules, laden with coffee.

We fortunately saw them, as they came round the point of a hill, at some distance, in season to secure ourselves in a little recess where the path widened.

On they came, cheered by the loud cries of their drivers, and passed rapidly forward, one after another, with the headlong stupidity which animals, claiming more wisdom than quadrupeds, not unfrequently manifest.