Would she have done this if I had been driving oxen, or still worse, those animals which few thought worth anything as draught animals--cows?
And then I thought of Flora's lameness the day before yesterday.

Was it honest to let Dunlap and Thatcher drive off to liberate the nation with a horse that might go lame?
"Let me have a horse," said I to Preston.

"I want to catch them and tell them something." I rode up behind the Abolitionists' wagon, waving my hat and shouting.
They pulled up and waited.
"What's up ?" asked Dunlap.

"Going with us after all?
I hope so, my boy." "No," said I, "I just wanted to say that that nigh mare was lame day before yesterday, and I--I--I didn't want you to start off with her without knowing it." Dunlap asked about her lameness, and got out to look her over.

He felt of her muscles, and carefully scrutinized her for swelling or swinney or splint or spavin or thoroughpin.