But presently the negro seized the Hindoo by the throat; the Hindoo just pricked him in the arm with his knife, and the next moment his own head was driven against the side of the cabin with a stunning crack[…]The cabin was now full, and Sharpe was for putting both the blacks in irons.

I was ashamed of my very name, Natalie. Nobody else in town had the name Natalie. I wanted to have a name like Frances or Elizabeth, as two of the most popular little girls were named. When old ladies at church would say to me kindly enough,What's your name, little girl? I would answer Natalie, and they would say, Madaline, Mattie, what did you say?

The finny trophies he brought back in the form of numerous fat pickerel were ample evidence of his fishermanship.

he could not forbear putting his horse out of the way , and rode with his mistress behind him round about it