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 II
very short and very dirty, coarse
carR2S0.
"Now make the dirt fly - shouted
George, es he struck up brisk air
alone--banjo, hollow sticks, and drum
being silent.
The younglings obeyed the command
The short skirt flaps Aew up ara down,
the black legs were as thickly mixed up
as those of Il centipode waltzing; woolly
heads, white eyes, glittering teeth, yells
and whoops, yah-yahs, and wou-wous,
all united, created Il scene that my
shocked pen refuses to describe The
little negroes did full credit to old
Georges skill, and he evidently felt it.
He sawed away desperately till the
sweat rained from his furrowed' brow.
He writhed, and rose, and bent over,
and stood up, and did everything but
lie down, playing ell the while without
cessation, and in 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 the moment,
and this one, dashing his old cap down,
sprang into the arena, and that one,
uttering II whoop, followed till full fifty
were engaged at once. | never enjoyed
anything so much l could fancy
myself witnessing some heathen incan-
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, as
they kept time with their voices to their
quick tramping feet, their dark forms,
their contortions, aud perfect abandon,
constituted n 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 oyerseer'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, Mir, more
dancing was done, and harder, and
faster and noisier, than WAS ever done
befotc in so small limitation of time.
1t seemed they were oil determined to
heap as much pleasure into this fIceting
space as it could contain. With the
last stroke, every man, woman and
youngling uttered Il yell, gave final
lao, i,,tI @In a., xxt,f l,n .Nytn
vibration of the belPs 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 Orptcanic pain"
"Good night, boys" snid the colonel.
in the cordial frank way he has when he
speaks to his people; ''you have enjoyed
yourselves, and SO have we. George,
your pupils, young and old, do you
credit"
''Tankee, Massa Colonel; / know'd
you'd be berry much crafty. ] hope
dc young ladieses is ekaIIy charmed"
1--WE arc charmed, George" ] nn-
swerod ut which he made me II superb
bow, when we took our departure. The
slaves also retired each to his own
cabin, the torches were cxtinguishcd,
and before we reached the house, still
ness reigncd in the green moonlit square
! of the A fricuu oIInrfrr