Apparently he wanted to, for he sprang into the depot wagon with a bounce that made the old vehicle rock on its springs.
"Jerushy!" he exclaimed, "she rolls some, don't she?
Never mind, MY ballast 'll keep her on an even keel.

Trunk made fast astern?
All right! Say! you might furl some of this spare canvas so's I can take an observation as we go along.

Don't go so fast that the scenery gets blurred, will you?
It's been some time since I made this cruise, and I'd rather like to keep a lookout." The driver "furled the canvas"-- that is, he rolled up the curtains at the sides of the carryall.

Then he climbed to the front seat and took up the reins.
"Git up!" he shouted savagely.

Dan'l Webster did not move.
The passenger offered a suggestion.