Look out for Mister Swaller when de sun swings low-- Watch him swoop an' sway! He keeps a mighty dippin', like he don' know whar to go, A-saggin' every way. He starts sort o' nimbly, But he settles mighty wimbly When he scurries for de chimbley When de sun swings low. Does you see a cloud a-risin' when de sun swings low? Listen ef it sings. Hit 's a swarm o' gray muskitties, 'bout a million strong or so, A-sharpenin' up der stings. Dey keeps a mighty filin', An' dey tries to sing beguilin', But de 'skitties' song is rilin' When de sun swings low. Oh, de woods is all conversin' when de sun swings low-- Bird an' beast an' tree; Dey all communes together in de languages dey know, An' sperits rise to see. De nightmares prances, An' de will-o'-wisp dances, When de moonlight advances An' de sun swings low. But most naive and characteristic of them all perhaps was "Ol' Marse Adam." Ole Mister Devil took a walk in Paradise-- Lady Mis' Eve she's a-walkin', too-- Hoped to meet Mars' Adam, she was steppin' mighty nice-- Lady Mis' Eve she's a-walkin', too. Dis was 'fo' de fig-time, so my lady picked a rose-- Lady Mis' Eve she's a-walkin', too-- An' she helt it 'g'inst de sunlight, as she felt de need o' clo'es-- Lady Mis' Eve she's a-walkin', too. Den she shuk 'er yaller ringlets down an' 'lowed dat she was dressed-- Lady Mis' Eve, she's a-walkin', too-- Mister Devil he come quoilin'--everbody knows de rest-- Lady Mis' Eve she's a-walkin', too. Then, changing to a solemn, staccato measure, it went on: Ole Marse Adam! Ole Marse Adam! Et de lady's apple up an' give her all de blame. Greedy-gut, greedy-gut, whar is yo' shame? Ole Marse Adam, man, whar is yo' shame? Ole Marse Adam! Ole Marse Adam! Caught de apple in 'is neck an' made it mighty so'e, An' so we po' gran'chillen has to swaller roun' de co'e. Ole Marse Adam, man, whar is yo' shame? Ole Marse Adam! Ole Marse Adam! Praised de lady's attitudes an' compliment 'er figur'-- Didn't have de principle of any decent nigger. Ole Marse Adam, man, whar is yo' shame? It was a long pull of five miles up the winding stream, but the spirit of jollity had dispelled all sense of time, and when at last the foremost boat, doubling a jutting clump of willows, came suddenly into the open at the foot of the hill, the startling presentment of the white house illuminated with festoons of Chinese lanterns, which extended across its entire width and down to the landing, was like a dream of fairyland.