When the good old white horses trotted in the gate at Orchard Farm, Quick ran out, barking joyfully to tell them all that had happened during the day, and how he had guarded everything safely; but Dodo was fast asleep with her head on her uncle's arm.
[Illustration: Whip-Poor-Will.] "De death lamb," said Mammy Bun, who came out to help them unload; "don' you go to wake her up, Massa Nat--ole amyl tote her up to bed.

Dese am powerful healthy days for you chillness! And Massa Doctor and Miss Olive--if they ain' mare's half gone, too! 'Scorpions am terrible sleepy things--least when dere all over!" The Whip-poor-will Length nearly ten inches.
A very large mouth, fringed with long bristles, useful as an insect trap.
Plumage all mottled with gray, buff, and black, but the end half of three outside tail-feathers white, and a white breast-band.
A Summer Citizen of the United States and Canada east of the plains; in winter from Florida southward.
A member of the guilds of Sky Sweepers and Ground Gleaners..