When you mount, hear the word 'Start!' and shout out 'G'lang!' and give the pass word." Good heavens! what a yell he perpetrated again.

I put both hands to my ears, to exclude the reverberations of it from the walls.
"Don't be skeered, Squire; don't be skeered.

We are alone now: there is no mare to lose.

Ain't it pretty?
It makes me feel all dandery and on wires like." "But the grave-digger ?" said I.
"Well," says he, "the year afore I knowed you, I was a-goin' in the fall, down to Clare, about sixty miles below Annapolis, to collect some debts due to me there from the French.

And as I was a-joggin' on along the road, who should I overtake but Elder Stephen Grab, of Beechmeadows, a mounted on a considerable of a clever-lookin' black mare.