But the rest of the team did not fancy going so fast on level ground, and they slackened their pace.
This did not suit Grits.

He gave one tremendous bound, burst loose from his harness and dashed ahead.

Up went his hind legs in the air; off shot Gregory Montague into the mud, and then away went Grits, clipperty-clap! home to his stable.
When Harry and Tom, the two horses, the little mule, the eight colored men, the sled, John William Webster and eleven logs of wood reached the village it was considerably after dinner-time.
When the horse-hire was paid, and something was expended for mending borrowed harness, and the negroes had received a little present for their labor, the Aunt Matilda Fund was diminished by the sum of three dollars and eighty cents.
Mr.Truly Matthews agreed to say nothing about the loss of his wood that was scattered along the road..