It takes the mischief out of 'em quicker'n anything.

Let her go it, Dexter--don't ye fret." "I don't want her breakin' any of the parson's daughter's bones with none of my horses," said Dexter Beers, uneasily.

"Wonder where the parson is ?" "Let 'em go it! They won't git smashed up, I guess," said the other.
"I've seen that gal of Hautville's with that mare of his'n.

She kin drive most anythin' short of the devil, an' old white's got sense enough to know when he's well driv, ugly's he is.

He wa'n't on the track for nothin'.