I ain't nebber seen it myself, an' I don't want to, for he was sure bad 'nough alive, but dar 's niggers what has." "Oh, pshaw," I laughed, turning toward the silent girl.

"We will risk the ghost if you 'll drive us out.

Put in the grips." "Yes, sah.

I reckon this yere am de new missus." "Yes," and I assisted her into the rear seat.

"That's all; now jog along." He climbed into his place, but with no special alacrity; but whipped his team into a swift trot, evidently anxious to complete the trip as early as possible.