"Well, Mr. Delamere," returned the major good-humoredly, "no doubt Sandy is an exceptionally good negro,he might well be, for he has had the benefit of your example all his life,and we know that he is a faithful servant.

Sandy was a connoisseur of dogsof dogs that had worn sledge traces.

Under Mr. Delamere's thumb this Sandy had been a model servant,faithful, docile, respectful, and self-respecting; but Mr. Delamere had grown old, and had probably lost in a measure his moral influence over his servant.

Moreover, the coachman was a Baptist, while Sandy was a Methodist, though under a cloud, and considered a Methodist in poor standing as better than a Baptist of any degree of sanctity.

Sandy is an adjective.

Sandy is a gentleman in ebony!" Tom could scarcely preserve his gravity at this characterization of old Sandy, with his ridiculous air of importance, his long blue coat, and his loud plaid trousers.

I merely wish to say that Sandy is an exception to any rule which you may formulate in derogation of the negro.

Sandy is punctuality itself, and I don't know how to account for his delay.

Sandy must 'a' clim' up on de tree en jump' off on a mule er sump'n, en rid fur ernuff fer ter spile de scent.

Sandy, no less than his master, was a survival of an interesting type.

As long as he was winnin' Sandy was the king of any roost.

Sandy was a brave man and everyone at that table knew it.