They were on horseback and kept alongside of us as outriders.

The moon hadn't come up, but the starlight was so bright that the road gleamed like a white ribbon ahead of us, and we sang most of the way to the woods.
"Old Unc' Jefferson led the procession on his white mule, with three lanky coon dogs following.

They struck the trail before we reached our stopping-place, and went dashing off into the woods.

Unc' Jefferson fairly rolled off his old mule, and threw the rope bridle over the first fence-post, and went crashing through the underbrush after them.

The wagons kept on a few rods farther and landed us on the creek bank, up by the black bridge.
"It seemed as if the whole itinerary of the hunt had been planned for our especial benefit, for just as we reached the creek the moon began to roll up through the trees like a great golden mill-wheel, and we could see our way about in the woods.