The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1867-01-09
A Dance with an Indian-The Local. Oh
the yicksburg Herald nj Masque-
rade Rall-Hts own Account.
G. II. D. and K. of K. Of Va.

On account, pcTDaPSS VI ehS =
duties always pressing upon us, we nave
never learned 10 waltz-we have never
placed our arm around fragile, ialry,
fleecy, fuctuating form, aud whrhgigseu
around loose but at the grand masquerade
and fancy dress ball on last Tuesday night
we happenedt to express our regrets at TINS
deficiency in our education to a young,
plump, fresh, and closely -dominoed Indian
girl while we were promenading the vast
hall with the luscious humpsy- dumpsy.
She swcetly intimated that the hubbub OF
such an occasion, when .faur pas would
scarcely be noticed, was the very best
time in the world to learn. We would not
acknowledge our name if We had backed
out from such an offer, and, as matter OF
course, we very shyly requested her to AZ
ford us the sublime!y perpendicular plea
sure of small lesson, merely for the pur-
pose of getting acquainted with each
other and giving us relish for our yictu-
ais at supper. Sweet and gorgeous abo-
rigine, she consented. Gently, delcately,
fastidiously, and timidly We placed our
arm around her plant waist. Her long
raven locks tickled our elbow. Her hand
was in ours-aS soft as o pussy cats back
as she silently watches mouse-holc atthe
soft and witching hour Of twilight. Her
left foot was against our right boot. The
gaudy feathers upon her moccasins ticklcd
our manly knees. Our eyes met two
soft and melting glances shot out OF the
holes in her domino, and emitted sparks
like the X. +. Lee rounding to at Williams 8
wharf on dark night in the latter part
a II 4 .
tuous swell and drew nearer to us-and
we arose and drew nearer unto the female
red man. Her warm breath was upon our
fingers, and her long raven hair went
nippy y-tlop over our shoulder.
We had not yet waltzed an inch, and we
didn't care a Confederate bond il we never
moved from that spot till the editor OF the
Vicksburg Herald joined the Sons of Tenn
pcrance, We shook back our yellow
locks, and Immediately the air was laden
with the balmy odor of Martha Washington
Hair Restorative, for sale by liafdaway y
Co., and all respectable druggists. We
bowed low our editorial head, and whis-
pcred in voice whose dulcet and melll-
!luous notes would have melted the heart
Of a deputy constable" Gorgeous child
VI,
Columbus, would we we're glove upon
that hand that we might touch that cheek
would We were pair of moccaslnS upon
those feet that VIC might carcSS thy cornS
would we were hank of yarn, strung
with spotted beads, that we might enclrcle
that iorm-would We were long bunch
Of raven hair that we might flop around
that ncck-would we were al open bar
rel of golden syrup that thou might
dip thy finger in us and lick it
would we were coronct that we
might rest upon that brow-would
we were roll OF greenbackS that we
might stay in thy pocket-would we were
q brindle dog that we might guard thy wig
wam-would We were big black ROSTERS
tail that we might dangle near thy face
would We were an Indian chief" Thus
far we spaketh, and she sighed. Her ruby
lips did part, and she spaketh -" II you
are done wooding up, we'd better let m,
for the music is wasting away" we let
in, and we wasted away. Our two hearts
beat with such responsive throbS that a
creased case-knife could not have entered
between the throbs. Ii seemed as If ten
thousand caterpillars were emigrating up
our back, and turtle doves were picking
meal-bran out OF our ears. Huge signs of
the size of rutabaga turnip escaped our
lips; heard murmuring brooks, whispering
boughs, and warbling birds, and tinklns
cow-bells, and we fioated far away on d
fleecy cloud of one hundred-dollar green
back bills. The music ceased, but the
Washington Hall kept on Waiting. The
Indian maid sought her native forests, and
we are carried by our friends to the Times
office with cramp in the bottom of our
feet, and our eyes turned wrong side out
wards