The stage rolled from side to side.
The driver kept cracking his whip, but without often touching the horses, which kept an even pace hour after hour.

We had to stop for meals.

But the heavy food turned my stomach.

I could not relish the cornbread, the bacon or ham, the heavy pie.

When we reached La Salle, where I was to get the boat, I found myself very fatigued, aching all through my flesh and bones, and with a dreamy, heavy sensation about my eyes.
The country had become more hilly.