The wind fairly shrieked here, for the road paralleled the edge of high sand bluffs close by the shore, and the ruts and "thank-you-marms" were trying to the temper.

Bailey's was completely wrecked.
"Teacher," he snapped as they reached the crest of a long hill, and a quick grab at his hat alone prevented its starting on a balloon ascension, "get out a spell, will you?
I've got to swear or bust, and 'long's you're aboard I can't swear.

What you standin' still for, you ?" he bellowed at poor Henry, the horse, who had stopped to rest.

"I cal'late the critter thinks that last cyclone must have blowed me sky high, and he's waitin' to see where I light.

Git dap!" "I guess I shall get out very soon now," panted Phoebe.