The artist from Bushy Creek was called in, and after much tuning and
adjusting of the screws, he struck up “Money Musk;” and away went the
country-dance, Polly Peablossom at the head, with Thomas Jefferson
Hodgkins as her partner, and George Washington Hodgkins next, with
Polly’s sister, Luvisa, for his partner. Polly danced to every
gentleman, and Thomas Jefferson danced to every lady; then up and down
in the middle and hands all round. Next came George Washington and his
partner, who underwent the same process; “and so on through the whole,”
as Daboll’s Arithmetic says.
The yard was lit up by three or four large light-wood fires, which gave
a picturesque appearance to the groups outside. On one side of the house
was Daniel Newnan Peablossom and a bevy of youngsters, who either could
not or did not desire to get into the dance—probably the former—and
who amused themselves by jumping and wrestling. On the other side a
group of matrons sat under the trees, in chairs, and discoursed of the
mysteries of making butter, curing chickens of the pip and children of
the croup, besides lamenting the misfortunes of some neighbour, or the
indiscretion of some neighbour’s daughter, who had run away and married
a circus rider. A few pensive couples, eschewing the “giddy dance,”
promenaded the yard and admired the moon, or “wondered if all _them_
little stars were worlds like this.” Perhaps they may have sighed
sentimentally at the folly of the musquitoes and bugs which were
attracted round the fires to get their pretty little wings scorched and
lose their precious lives; or they may have talked of “true love,” and
plighted their vows, for aught we know.
Old Captain Peablossom and his pipe, during the while, were the centre
of a circle in front of the house who had gathered around the old man’s
arm-chair to listen to his “twice-told tales” of “hair-breadth ’scapes,”
of “the battles and sieges he had passed;” for you must know the captain
was no “summer soldier and sunshine patriot;” he had burned gunpowder in
defence of his beloved country.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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