This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1904 Excerpt: ..."That I will, Arthur," responded Mr. Ludwell heartily. "I am truly sorry that any of your black people were hurt, and I earnestly hope that none were seriously so." "I think not," replied Mr. Hastings, "but it is a wonder that some of them were not torn limb from limb." "How are you this morning?" Anthony asked of Caroline as he approached her. "We have been beside ourselves with wonder," he continued, after receiving her reply, "as to the manner in which you reached home last night. When we missed you and Charles and Philip we naturally supposed that you had succeeded in getting your chair all right and had swiftly departed for Laurel Hill. But this morning, when we found your chair beside the piazza, and counted every one of your bearers among our blacks, we knew not what to think." "Our Caroline had a dreadful experience last night," said Mrs. Ludwell at this point, and thereupon she related to him all that through which Caroline had passed. Both Anthony and his father were greatly shocked, and they were giving expression to their dismay and sympathy, when Bion, the dog, who had heretofore lain outstretched, his head upon his paws, peacefully sleeping, began to growl threateningly. "Why, what can ail Bion? " said Charles. "He acts as though he saw something he did not like." "Come here, Bion," called Philip. "What ails you, old fellow?" But the dog, instead of obeying, moved toward the steps, his nose pointing straight down the avenue, his bristles erect. "There is some one at the gate," said Mr. Ludwell. "Three men on horseback, as well as I can make out. Do you not also see them now?" he asked of his wife and Mr. H...