Beadle's Dime Novels No. 33: Maum Guinea and Her Plantation Children — page 117: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

PIG AND "POSSUM. _ 109 ( Violin piays a low but joyous strain, which dies away on the strings.) By de dark lagoon— By de cane-brake’s track— By de cypress swamp— X Huah—buah—huah ! Huah—huah—huah ! Huah—huah—huah ! This last chorus was prolonged until it seemed to melt into the still air. The singers then all shook hands, and the feast begau. In a moment all was a bedlam of enjoyment. Song, dance, joke—each followed rapidly, even as the negroes eat of the pig, potatoes and hoe-cake; for, let the spirit of fun be ever so exuberant, it did not, for a moment, stay the feast. “Wats dat?” suddenly exclaimed one of the darkies astride of the cypress-log, having a pig’s leg in his hand, ayhile his well-filled mouth almost stopped his utterance. Instantly all was still as death; then all eyes opened wide as shutters—all mouths gaped—each negro's arms and fingers with a wild “whoop!” he disappeared in the woods. “De debbil! Oh! oh! oh!” was heard on all sides, as the darkies vanished in the darkness, leaving the feast deserted. Then there came slowly forward—what was it? An alliga- tor, apparently ; yet it walked erect, as if standing on its tail. The monster came slowly forward, uttering a noise something similar to a pig’s grunt, until it stood by the deserted feast. Conundibus looked out, his cheeks fairly wet with the tears of his suppressed™laughter. Then he protruded his hand to seize a morsel of the delicious pig,.and was in the act of bearing it to his mouth, when—crash. crash, fell the blowa comnicloooks.cGonn