The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-04-18
A Picture I'm The Mind. Eve.

Every man has somewhere in his memo
~ pictures that come wildly before his
minds eye, summoned perhaps at will
perhaps by chance, word, by some feat
ure OF an alien landscape, by an OdOr. By
Few notes or musie-in short. by any
one Of the things, tangible or intangible.
that serve mysteriOusly to link the past
and present In the individual mind, says
the New York Sun. One Of a company lis
tening to an excellent fiddler the other
night suddenly found that by some I'M
guessed principle Of association the music
was calling half-forgotten scenes. Doubt
less IN the case OF many others present,
memory was busy while the music SOUND
ed Here are some Of the things that
came before the listener in question:
the lights OF the room where the audi
ence sat were shining in his eyes, but
what he saw was not there Only 4
shrouded sky Of a sultry June night after
a storm, with uneasy mutters OF with
drawing thunders in the afr, drops stu
falling from the dense foliage Of the trees.
and here and there overhead a single
star shining in a rift that showed an II
regular bit of the blue-black and velvety
heavens. The big road stretched white.
far up and down through the gloom, and
one could distinguish the inky masses
Of high foliage about the homestead. Just
across the road from the homestead Their
was splash of warm light from the half
open door of the country store, and pass
ing from the gloom TO gloom through the
light were occasional silhouetted figures
OF whites and negroes in rough straw
hats and working clothes. The scent OF
a purple-dotted clOverfield hard by the
store was heavy on the sullcn atmosphere.
There was much talk and there came from
the region of the store loud negro laugh
ter and boisterous negro salutations. Then
the cry of a pump handle under vgOr-
Gus arm was heard, and there passed into
the store through the broad ribbon If
light a great earthen pitcher. dripping
with freSh-draWn water. Now the wheels
of swift-drawn carriage cut through
the vet sand of the road, and n moment
later the steaming figure OF a well-madc
horse was seen belted with light from the
doorway. A man alighted. whip in hand
Some of the crowd drew near and talked
of the steaming horse. and one backed
him so that his keen head with its dis
tended nOstrils and foaming mouth were
well within the stream OF light. The
driver. MS purchase made, stepped into
his carriage, and was soon swallowed w
in the gloom, while the crowd talked Of
him and his horse until the echo of his
wheels died in the distance.
Suddenly a negro began to play the jews
harp, another fell to patting juba. arl
three or four began TO dance. while the
others looked on with odd half-savaSc
cries of applause and loud outlaws. The
thin metallic music went crinkling through
the veins OF all that heard, and one after
another, though wearied with a long days
work. fell into the hard athletic dance.
The music and the dancing continued TIL
the last white man filed out of the store,
and the door was locked on the gloomy
interior Everybody knew then that *
was 10 o'clock, and all trudged off sew
eral ways, save two or three negroes who
Iehidileu LHelF voices gradually SINKING
low into the confidential talk that cor1os
upon small companies under the spell
of night. ....-...
An hour later the late-risen moon WIS
silvering the surface of a great tidal
river, in sight from the upper windows
of the homestead. The two or tree ne
at the corner of the store, one of them
occasionally giving short. weird, melan-
choly touches on the jewsharp. They had
gone before midnight, and the place was
Ia list mt 47a1. 1fac ..F
other negroes singing in chorus as troy
trudged homeword on the highwavs M
der the now cloudless and moonlit sky.
An hour later these haunting melodies
had died out of the air, and there were
only silence left to possess the region
along with the mysterious summer night
until earliest dawn should put to flight
moonlight and mystery wake the birds
ard call men 10 the days activities.