The Montgomery advertiser., 1904-12-11

tractive posture! The turns they gave to pliable limbs. twisting about of light feet was facinating. To rytnmic measures was thrown into new stiuous steps whereby unconsciously >hey gave delightful side of the abandon char acter of an original class.
 Some one ha ssaid truly that motion and music was as natural to the ne- gro of the South as teh songs of the song birds of the Southern swamps and glades. The truth os the saying was demonstrated the night 1t was my privilege to be & bidden spectator at 'Cncle Pleazs" "at home" after an "evenng" in his cotton patch. where for the first time with wondering eyes I watched some dark-skinned de- voices to Terpischere. lost to all save gladness. so filled to overflowing were their charts with the spirited hap piness of the night. Uncle Billy" must have been inspired" Faster and faster his fingers snatched the strings of his banjo; faster and faster calls" faster and faster still flew the feet of the swit-fotted colored dam self and their company"
 The general dance being at an end the most expert of the jig dancers stepped out.
 That scene-but why attempt to show
 it?
 The most inventive modern poet, In fine new words whose hope and
 trust is,
 Could form no phrase to do it justice"
 The steps of the supple jig dancers well. there was no denial for the as- sertion
 De nigger must be for a fac,
 Own cousin to jumpin'- jack"
 "Cuttin' de pign wing" "gittin' de gun." 'passin'." (with a very broad ac- cent on the a), "tieing de pig. "ba'r walkin'." "givin' de rabbit waltz" and buzzard lope,' the special dancers were retired from the floor.
 By way of parenthesis 1t will not be amiss to here allude to the beginn ing of the cake walk" since 1t brought to close the novel plantation entertain ment.
 Guy Jones's last call on the interest ing evening was All dem what am ready to cake walk git in line." There was no dissenting person.
 With lingering glance at the bril- liant climax to the odd harvesting CNClc we ldu DecH dS lV see, We reluctantly left the log cabin that the gay throng might have full swing of the room until peep O day.
 Slowly we rode home wondering over the ever varying character of the Southern plantation negro. His char acteristics are as many and changeabla as the colors of a kaleidoscope.
 No Sign of Fatigue.
 The big bell of the place announced dawn of another day before we reached home; the second ringing call ed the participants of the all-night publication to the fields. With mark ed endurance they set out for their respective cotton patches. Through the fields beyond the gin happily they wended their way, never having in- dulged in even a cat nap the night previous.
 In the afternoon saw coming from the fields wagons heavily loaded with the feecy stuff. sacks and baskets also full, an eloquent proof that the guests of the night before had been faithful to the days work and fingers were none the less delft from loss of sleep.
 These darkies of the olden days glory in the pleasures about them and are content to find joy within a radius of a few miles. The number I had seen belonged to that remnant of the dear old Southern negro unashamed to speak affectionately of the master and mis- tress of former years and entertaining sincere respect for the deseendanta of