"Come, tumble up now." Sam tumbled up accordingly, dexterously contriving to tickle Andy as he did so, which occasioned Andy to split out into a laugh, greatly to Haley's indignation, who made a cut at him with his riding-whip.
"I 's 'stonished at yer, Andy," said Sam, with awful gravity.

"This yer's a seris bisness, Andy.

Yer mustn't be a makin' game.

This yer an't no way to help Mas'r." "I shall take the straight road to the river," said Haley, decidedly, after they had come to the boundaries of the estate.

"I know the way of all of 'em,--they makes tracks for the underground." "Sartin," said Sam, "dat's de idee.