This was satisfactory to the white portion of the audience, but not to the group of blacks, who were assembled at the corner of the house. They thought it a shame not to be a good rider and when they saw the awkward manner in which Mr. Wilmot finally mounted the horse and the ludicrous face of Jim Crow as he sprang up behind him, they were, as they afterward told Aunt Esther, "dreffully tickled and would have larfed, sartin, if they hadn’t knowed marster would have slapped their jaws." "And sarved you right," was the rejoinder of Aunt Esther. But to return to Mr. Edson. As soon as Mr. Wilmot, Jim and Prince had disappeared, he felt a return of his fears concerning the "confounded Abolitionist." Thought he, "What a fool I was to let Prince and Jim Crow, too, go off with that ar’ chap! Thar’s Prince, worth a hundred and fifty, and Jim, at the least calculation, ’ll fetch eight hundred. Well, anyway, they can’t get far on that dirt road, so if Jim isn’t home by nine, I’ll go after ’em, that’s so." Having settled the matter thus satisfactorily in his own mind, he called for his horse and started for home. Meantime Mr. Wilmot was slowly wending his way toward Mr. Middleton’s. It took but a short time for him to ascertain that the road was fully equal to the description given of it by Mr. Edson. At times he could scarcely keep his head, and he felt conscious, too, that the black machine behind him was inwardly convulsed with laughter at his awkward attempts to guide the horse in the best part of the road. At length he ventured a remark: "Jim, is this animal ugly?" "Ugly! Lor’ bless you, marster, is you blind? As handsome a creetur as thar is in the country!" Mr. Wilmot understood that he had used the word ugly in its wrong sense, so he said: "I do not mean to ask if the horse is ill-looking, but is he skittish?" "If marster means by that will he throw him off, I don’t think he will as long as I’m on him, but sometimes he is a leetle contrary like. Reckon marster ain’t much used to ridin’." By this time they had reached the gate spoken of by Mr. Edson. To Mr. Wilmot’s great surprise the horse walked tip to it and tried to open it with his mouth! Mr. Wilmot was so much amused that he would not suffer Jim to get down and open the gate, as he wished to see if the horse could do it. "Oh, yes, marster, he’ll do it easy," said the negro; and sure enough, in a moment the well-trained animal lifted the latch and pushed open the gate! But it was a rickety old thing, and before Prince had got fairly through it tumbled down, hitting his heels and causing him to jump sideways, so as to leave Mr. Wilmot riding the gate and Jim Crow in quiet possession of the saddle! With a great effort Jim forced down his desire to scream and merely showed twenty-eight very large, white teeth.