bathers near, I discovered the beauty of the sea, and that I loved
it.

Presently I heard the steps of a horse, and, to my astonishment,
Mr. Uxbridge rode past. I was glad he did not know me. I watched
him as he rode slowly down the road, deep in thought. He let drop
the bridle, and the horse stopped, as if accustomed to the
circumstance, and pawed the ground gently, or yawed his neck for
pastime. Mr. Uxbridge folded his arms and raised his head to look
seaward. It seemed to me as if he were about to address the jury.
I had dropped so entirely from my observance of the landscape that
I jumped when he resumed the bridle and turned his horse to come
back. I slipped from my seat to look among the bushes, determined
that he should not recognize me; but my attempt was a failure--he
did not ride by the second time.

"Miss Huell!" And he jumped from his saddle, slipping his arm
through the bridle.

"I am a runaway. What do you think of the Fugitive Slave Bill?"

"I approve of returning property to its owners."

"The sea must have been God's temple first, instead of the
groves."

"I believe the Saurians were an Orthodox tribe."

"Did you stop yonder to ponder the sea?"