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t do w'ite folks year you singin'!  (Hi O; Miss Sindy Ann!)

For dolos' eli on yard is a huntin' for do mornin'  (Hi O! git long! go 'way!) En shell ketch up widdus 'fo' we over git dis corn in。  (Oh; go 'way Sindy Ann!)

*1 So far as I know; 〃Bango〃 is a meaningless term; introduced on account of its sonorous ruggedness。 *2 The sword and belt in the constellation of Orion。

IV THE PLOUGH…HANDS' SONG       (JASPER COUNTY…186O。)

NIGGER mighty happy w'en he layin' by con… Dat sun's a slantin'; Nigger mighty happy w'en he year do dinnor…ho'n… Dat sun's a slantin'; En he mo' happy still w'on do night draws on… Dat sun's a slantin'; Dat sun's a slantin' dos oz sho's you bo'n! En it's rise up; Primus! fetch anuddor yell: Dat ole dun cow's dos a shakin' up 'or bell; En do frogs chunin' up 'fo' do jew done fell: Good…night; Mr。 Kilidee! I wish you mighty well! …Mr。 Kilidee! I wish you mighty well! …I wish you mighty well!

Do co'n 'll be ready 'g'inst dumplin day… Dat sun's a slantin'; But nigger gottor watch; en stick; en stay… Dat sun's a slantin'; Same ezdo boo…martin watchin' un do jay… Dat sun's a slantin'; Datsun's a slantin' en a slippin' away! Don it's rise up; Primus! on gin it t'urn strong; Do cow's gwino home wid dor ding…dang…dong… Sling in anuddor teteh or do ole…time song: Good…night; Mr。 Whipperwill! don't stay long! …Mr。 Whipperwill! don't stay long! …Don't stay long!

V CHRISTMAS PLAY…SONG      (MYRICK PLACE; PUTNAM COUNTY 1858。)

Hi my rinktum! Black gal sweet; Same like goodies w'at do w'ito folks oat; Ho my Riley! don't you tako'n tell 'or name; En den of sumpin' happen you won't ketch do blame; Hi my rinktum! bettor tako'n hide yo' plum; Joree don't holler eve'y time he fine a wum。  Den it's hi my rinkturn!  Don't git no udder man; En it's ho my Riley!  Fetch out Miss Dilsey Ann!

Ho my Riley! Yaller gal fine; She may be yone but she oughter be mine! Hi my rinktum! Lemme git by; En see w'at she mean by de cut or dat eye! Ho my Riley! bettor shot dat do'… Do w'ite folks 'll bloovo we or t'arin up do flo'。

Den it's ho my Riley!  Come a siftin' up ter me! En it's hi my rinktum!  Dis do way tor twis' yo' knee!

Hi my rinktum! Ain't do eas' gittin' red? Do squinch owl shiver like he wanter go ter bed; Ho my Riley! but do gals en do boys; Des now gittin' so doy kin sorter make a noise。 Hi my rinktum! lot do yallor gal lone; Niggors don't hankerarter sody in do pone。 Den it's hi my rinktum!  Better try anudder plan;  An' it's ho my Riley! Trot out Miss Dilsey Ann!

Ho my Riley! In do happy Chrismus' time Do niggers shake der cloze a huntin' for a dime。 Hi my rinktum! En den dey shake der feet; En greaze derse'f wid de good ham meat。 Ho my Riley! dey oat en dey cram; En bimoby ole Miss 'll be a sendin' out de dram。  Don it's ho my Riley! You hear dat; Sam! En it's hi my rinktum!  Be a sendin' out do dram!

VI PLANTATION PLAY…SONG       (PUTNAM COUNTY…1856。)

HIT'S a gittin' mighty late; w'en de Guinny…hins squall; En you better dance now; of you gwineter dance a tall; Fer by dis time tor…morrer night you can't hardly crawl; Kaze youil hatter take de hoe ag'in en likewise do inaul… Don't you hear dat bay colt a kickin' in his stall? Stop yo' humpin' up…yo' sho'lders  do! Dat'll never do! Hop light; ladies; Oh; Miss Loo! Hit takes a heap er scrougin' For ter git you thoo… Hop light; ladies; Oh; Miss Loo!

Ef you niggers don't watch; you'll sing anudder chune; Fer De sun'll rise'n ketch you ef you don't be mighty soon; En de stars is gittin' paler; en de ole gray coon Is a settin' inde grape…vine a watchin' fer do moon。  W'en a feller comes a knockin' Des holler…Oh; shoo! Hoplight; ladies;  Oh; Miss Loo! Oh; swing dat yaller gal!  Do; boys; do! Hoplight; ladies;  Oh; Miss Loo!

Oh; tu'n me loose! Lemme 'lone! Go way; now! W'at you speck I come a dancin' fer of I dunno how? Deze do ve'y kinder footses w'at kicks up a row; Can't you jump inter do middle en make yo' gal a bow? Look at dat merlatter man  A follerin' up Sue; Hoplight; ladies; Oh; Miss Loo! De boys ain't a gwine W'en you cry boo hoo… Hop light; ladies;  Oh; Miss Loo!

VII TRANSCRIPTIONS *1

1。 A PLANTATION CHANT

Hrr's eighteen hunder'd forty…en…fo';  Christ done open dat He'v'mly do'… An' I don't wanter stay yer no longer; Hit's eighteen hunder'd forty…en…five;  Christ done made dat dead man alive… An' I don't wanter stay yer no longer。 You ax me ter run home;  Little childun… Run home; dat sun done roll… An' I don't wanter stay yer no longer。

Hit's eighteen hunder'd forty…en…six;  Christ is got us a place done fix… An' I don't wanter stay yer no longer; Hit's eighteen hunder'd forty…en…sev'm  Christ done sot a table in Hev'm An' I don't wanter stay yer no longer。

You ax me ter run home; Little childun Run home; dat sun done roll… An' I don't wanter stay yer no longer。

Hit's eighteen hunder'd foiiy…en…eight;  Christ done make dat crooked way straight… An' I don't wanter stay yer no longer; Hit's eighteen hunder'd forty…en…nine;  Christ done tu'n dat water inter wine… An' I don't wanter stay yer no longer。 You ax me ter run home;  Little childun… Run home; dat sun done roll… An' I don't wanter stay yer no longer。

Hit's eighteen hunder'd forty…en…ten;  Christ is do mo'ner's onliest fr'en'… An' I don't wanter stay yer no longer; Hit's eighteen hunder'd forty…en…lev'm;  Christ'll be at do do' w'en we all git ter Hev'm… An' I don't wanter stay yer no longer。 You ax me tor run home;  Little childun… Run home; dat sun done roll… An' I don't wanter stay yer no longer。

*1 If these are adaptations from songs the negroes have caught from the whites; their origin is very remote。 I have transcrihed them literally; and I regard them as in the highest degree characteristic。

2。A PLANTION SERENADE

DE ole bee make de honey…comb; De young bee make de honey; De niggers make de cotton en co'n; En de w'ite folks gits de money。

De raccoon he's a cu'us man;  He never walk twel dark; En nuthin' never 'sturbs his mine;  Twel he hear ole Bringer bark。

De raccoon totes a bushy tail;  De 'possum totes no ha'r; Mr。 Rabbit; ho come skippin' by;  Ho ain't got none ter spar'。

Monday mornin' break or day;  W'ite folks got me gwine; But Sat'dy night; w'en do sun goes down;  Dat yaller gal's in my mine。

Fifteen poun' or meat a week;  W'isky for ter sell; Oh; how can a young man stay at home;  Dem gals dey look so well?

Met a 'possum in de road… Bre' 'Possum; whar you gwine? I thank my stars; I bless my life;  I'm a huntin' for do muscadine。

VIII THE BIG BETHEL CHURCH

DE Big Bethel chu'ch! do Big Bethel chu'ch!  Done put ole Satun bohine urn; Ef a sinner git loose fum enny udder chu'ch;  De Big Bethel chu'ch will fine urn!

Hit's good tor be doro; en it's sweet ter be dero;  Wid de sisterin' all aroun' you… A shakin' dem shackles or mussy en' love  Wharwid do Lord is boun' you。

Hit's sweet tor be dere on lisson tor de hymos;  En hear dem mo'ners a shoutin'… Dey done reach de place whar der ain't no room  Fer enny mo' weopin' en doubtin'。

Hit's good ter be dere w'en de sinners all jine Wid de bruddorin in dere singin'; En it look like Gabori gwine ter rack up en blow  En set dem heav'm bells tor ringin'!

Oh; de Big Bethel chu'ch! de Big Bethel chu'ch;  Done put olo Satun behine am; Ef a sinner git loose fum enny udder chu'ch  De Big Bethel chu'ch will fine urn!

IX  TIME GOES BY TURNS

DAR'S a pow'ful rassle 'twix de Good en de Bad;  En de Bad's got de all…under holt; En w'en de wuss come; she come i'on…clad;  En you hatter hole yo' brof for de jolt。

But des todos de las' Good gits de knee…lock;  En dey draps ter de groun'…ker flop! Good had de inturn; en he stan' like a rock;  En he bleodzd for ter be on top。

De dry woddor breaks wid a big thunder…clap;  For dey ain't no drout' w'at kin las'; But de seasons w'at whoops up de cotton crap;  Likewise dey freshens up de grass。

De rain fall so saf' in de long dark night; Twel you hatter hole yo' han' for a sign; But de drizzle w'at sets de tater…slips right  Is de makin' or de May…pop vine。

In de mellerest groun' de clay root'll ketch  En hole ter de tongue or de plow; En a pine…pole gate at de gyardin…patch  Never'll keep out de ole brindle cow。

One en all on us knows who's a pullin' at do bits  Like de lead…mule dat g'ides by de rein; En yit; somehow or nudder; de bestest un us gits  Mighty sick or de tuggin' at de chain。

Hump yo'se'f ter de load en fergit de distress; En dem w'at stan's by ter scoff; For de harder de pullin'; de longer de res';  En de bigger de feed in de troff。

A STORY OF THE WAR

WHEN Miss Theodosia Huntingdon; of Burlington; Vermont; concluded to come South in 1870; she was moved by three considerations。 In the first place; her brother; John Huntingdon; had become a citizen of Georgia…having astonished his acquaintances by marrying a young lady; the male members of whose family had achieved considerable distinction in the Confederate army; in the second place; she was anxious to explore a region which she almost unconsciously pictured to herself as remote and semi…barbarous; and; in the third place; her friends had persuaded her that to some extent she was an invalid。 It was in vain that she argued with herself as to the propri

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