The moonlight slept upon the wains piled up with yellow sheaves--and
plainly revealed the little monkey-like black, seated on the summit of
the foremost; and this young gentleman had managed to procure a banjo,
and was playing.
As he played he sang; and, as he sang, kept time--not with the
head alone, and foot, but with his whole body, arms, and legs and
shoulders--all agitated with the ecstacy of mirth, as--singing "coony
up the holler," and executing it with grand effect moreover--the
merry minstrel went upon his way. Various diminutive individuals of a
similar description, were observed in the road behind, executing an
impromptu "break down," to the inspiring melody; and so the great
piled-up wagon came on in the moonlight, creaking in unison with the
music, and strewing on the road its long trail of golden wheat.
The moon soared higher, bidding defiance now to sunset, which it drove
completely from the field; and in the window of Apple Orchard a light
began to twinkle; and Redbud rose.
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