The Carrollton sun. (City of Carrollton, Parish of Jefferson, La.) 185?-1???, 1860-09-05

skin was covered with but one species
of garment, and this was generally u
very short and very dirty, coarse
can21SG.
NOW make the dirt fly !" shouted
George, rs he struck up brisk air
alone--banjo, hollow sticks, and drum
being silent.
The younglings obeyed the command
to the letter. They danced like mad
The short skirt flaps flew up and down,
the black legs were as thicEly mixed up
as those of a centipode Waiting; woolly
heads, white eyes, glittering teeth, yells
and whoops, yah-yahs, and wou-wous,
all united, created u scene that my
shocked pen refuses to describe The
little negroes did full credit to old
Georges skill, and he evidently felt it.
sweat rained from his furrowed brow.
He writhed, and rose, and bent over,
and stood up, and did everything but
lie down, playing all the while without
cessation, and i'll u sort of rapturous
ecstasy. Banjo caught the inspiration,
and hollow sticks started after, while
drum pounded away like young thun-
der, yelling a chant all the while, that
had her grandmother sung it to Mungo
Park, would have driven him from the
shelter of her hut to the less horrible
howls of the desert. The little Africans
danced harder and harder. Their par
ents caught the spirit of tho moment,
and this one, dashing his old cap down,
sprang into the arena, and that one,
uttering IL whoop, followed till full htty
were engaged at once. / never enjoyed
anything so much l could fancy
myself witnessing some heather mean
tation dance in the groves of Africa.
The moonlight shining through tho
trees, the red glare of the torches upon
them, their wild movements, their
strange and not unmusical cries, us
they kept time with their voices to their
quick tramping feet, their dark forms,
their contortions, and perfect abandon,
constituted a tout ensemble that must
be witnessed to be appreciated.
Suddenly, in the height of their di-
version the plantation bell began to
strike eight O'clock. When the first
Stroke was heard from the turret of
the overseer's house, there was II burst
of mingled surprise and regret. They
shouted to each other to do their best;
and between the first and eighth stroke,
take my word for it, Mr., more
dancing was done, and harder, and
faster, and noisier, than Was ever done
| before in so small limitation Of time.
1t seemed they were all determined to
heap as much pleasure into this tleeting
space as it could contain. With the
| last stroke, every man, woman and
youngling uttered a yell, gave final
leap into the air, and with the dying
vibration of the bells sound ell was
quiet. George even was arrested with
his bow in the air, and in an attitude OF
expiring delight, as if
Dying of a tune in Orptcnnc pain"
Good night, boys" said the colonel.
in the cordial frank way he has when he
speaks to his people; ''you have enjoyed
yourselves, and 50 have we. George,
your pupils, young and old, do you
credit"
''Tankee, Massa Colonel; l know'd
you'd be berry much crafty. hope
de young ladieses p ekalIy charmed"
1--WE arc charmed, George" | an
swcrcd ut which he made me superb
bow, when we took our departure. The
slaves also retired each 10 his own
cabin, the torches were cxtiuguishcd,
and before we reached the house, still
ness r@gncd IL the green mooniit square
Of the African quarter.