They told me they were Irish people--the first I had ever seen.

It was along here somewhere that I lost my little whip and to get another one made sad inroads into the little purse of pennies my father gave me.

We traveled slowly on day after day.

There was no use to hurry for we could not do it.

The roads were muddy, the log ways very rough and the only way was to take a moderate gait and keep it.