Never since he began to have lessons had mother omitted a single letter or cut the study hour down the teeniest little bit.
Buddy was afraid of something, but he could not think what it was that frightened him.

He began to think seriously about water, and to listen uneasily to the constant lowing of the herd.

The increased shouting of the niggers driving the lagging ones held a sudden significance.

It occurred to him that the niggers had their hands full, and that they had never driven so big a "Drag." It was hotter than ever, too, and they had twice stopped to yoke in fresh oxen.

Ezra had boasted all along that ole Bawley would keep his end up till they got clah to Wyoming.