Uncle Eb showed me how to brake the wheels with a long stick going downhill.

I remember how it hit the dog's heels at the first down grade, and how he ran to keep out of the way of it We were going like mad in half a minute, Uncle Eb coming after us calling to the dog.

Fred only looked over his shoulder, with a wild eye, at the rattling wagon and ran the harder.

He leaped aside at the bottom and then we went all in a heap.

Fortunately no harm was done.
'I declare!' said Uncle Eb as he came up to us, puffing like a spent horse, and picked me up unhurt and began to untangle the harness of old Fred, 'I guess he must a thought the devil was after him.' The dog growled a little for a moment and bit at the harness, but coaxing reassured him and he went along all right again on the level.