"But at a point at which, I may venture to say, that even you, its owner, never reached before," added Lyon, as he touched up his horse and led the way up the road, still looking about as well as he could through the darkness, for a place in which to stop and rest their horses. Suddenly, as they rode slowly onward, they heard approaching them from the opposite direction the sound of a wagon and horse, accompanied by a human voice, singing: "Brothers and sisters there will meet, Brothers and sisters there will meet, Brothers and sisters there will meet-- Will meet, to part no more!" "Yes, bress de Lord! so dey will. And all departed friends will meet, and meet to part no more! GLORY!" rang out the voice of the singer, who seemed to be working himself up into enthusiasm. "It is only some negro with his team," said Lyon Berners, to soothe the spirits of Sybil, which always took the alarm at the approach of any stranger. "Yes; but what an hour for a negro, or for any one else but fugitives like ourselves, to be out," said Sybil, doubtingly. "Oh, he is making an early start for market perhaps. It _must_ be near morning." "Oh, there will be glory-- Glory! glory! glory!-- Oh, there will be glory Around the throne of God!" sang the unseen singer, making the mountain caves and glens ring with his melody. "Yes; bress Marster! there _will_ be Glories and Hallelujahs all through heaven," he added; "for-- "Saints and angels there will meet, Saints and angels there will meet, Saints and angels there will meet-- Will meet, to part no more." "And me and my young missis there will meet! And meet to part no more! GLORY!" added the singer, with a sudden shout. "Lyon, that's our Joe!" exclaimed Sybil, in joyful surprise. The cart and horses now loomed dimly through the darkness, being almost upon them. "Joe!" called out Sybil, in a gleeful voice--"Joe!" "Who dar?" answered the man, in affright. "It is I! Sybil, Joe!" "Oh, my good gracious Lord in heaven! it's her spirit as is calling me, and she must be dead!" gasped the man, in a quavering voice. By this time the two horses were beside the cart, upon the seat of which the driver sat in an extremity of terror. "Joe, don't be alarmed! It is Mrs. Berners herself who speaks to you, and I am with her," said Mr. Berners, soothingly. "Oh, Marse Lyon! Is it ralely and truly her herself and you yourself?" inquired the man, very doubtingly. "Really and truly Sybil and myself, Joe." "Oh! Lord! how you did scare me!" "Compose yourself, Joe, and tell me what you are doing here at this time of the morning." "Oh, Marse Lyon, sir, I came arter the housekeeping truck as you left here, which I couldn't get a chance to fetch it before, 'cause I was afraid o' 'citin' 'spicion." "And have you the things in that cart?" "Yes, Marse."