"What sort of dances—cotillions and reels?"
"Yes; what do you?"
"Well, we dance cotillions and reels too, and we dance on a plank; that's the kind of dancin' I like best."
"How is it done?"
"Why, don't you know that? You stand face to face with your partner on a plank and keep a dancin'. Put the plank up on two barrel heads, so it'll kind o' spring. At some of our parties—that's among common kind o' people, you know—it's great fun. They dance as fast as they can, and the folks all stand round and holler, 'Keep it up, John!' 'Go it, Nance!' 'Don't give it up so!' 'Old Virginny never tire!' 'Heel and toe, ketch a fire!' and such kind of observations, and clap and stamp 'em."
"Do your negroes dance much?"
"Yes, they are mighty fond on't. Saturday night they dance all night, and Sunday nights too. Daytime they sleep and rest themselves, and Sunday nights we let 'em dance and sing if they want. It does 'em good, you know, to enjoy theirselves."
"They dance to the banjo, I suppose?"
"Banjos and violins; some of 'em has got violins."
"I like to hear negroes sing," said I.
"Niggers is allers good singers nat'rally," said our host. "I reckon they got better lungs than white folks, they hev such powerful voices."
We were sitting at this time on the rail fence at the corner of a hog-pen and a large half-cleared field. In that part of this field nearest the house, among the old stumps, twenty or thirty small fruit trees had been planted. I asked what sorts they were.
"I don't know—good kinds tho', I expect; I bought 'em for that at any rate."
