"I think so," replied the Governor, "but the snow's so thick I can't see;" he opened the window and put out his head. "Are we nearly there, Hosea?" "We des done pas' de clump er cedars, suh," yelled Hosea through the storm. "I'ud a knowd 'em ef dey'd come a-struttin' down de road dey cyarn fool me. Den we got ter pas' de wil' cher'y and de gap in de fence, en dar we are."
"Dar 'tis! des look at it!" he chuckled, when Uplands had been left far behind them. "Dat's de ve'y same clump er cedars, en dat's de wil' cher'y lyin' right flat on hit's back dey's done cut it down ter git de cher'ies." "And the locust! Look, the big locust tree is still there, and in full bloom!" "Lawd, de 'simmons!