Day after day those men followed him, like hounds after a wolf.

Through the day he rode here and there, spending the night with first one neighbor, then another.
One day, when uncle was working at his cabin, some South Carolinians rode up, and not seeing father, they searched the woods and ravine near by, and rode away.

Father spent one night with Mr.Duncan, and had just gone out of sight in the morning, when the South.

Carolinians rode up.
"Does Pardee Butler ride a bay horse ?" they asked.
"No, sir," replied Mr.Duncan.
"We saw a man ride into the woods just now," said they, "that looked like Pardee Butler, but he was riding a bay horse." "Pardee Butler never rides a bay horse." And so they went the other way.

Father rode a spirited young "copper-bottom" horse, named Copper, that looked either bay or gray at a distance, as the light happened to shine.
One day, father went to the post-office after his mail, and two young neighbors riding up, and seeing his horse hitched there, thought to have some fun.