Beadle's Dime Novels No. 33: Maum Guinea and Her Plantation Children — page 21: what you’re looking at

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A NEGRO FROLIC. - ° 13 “T know, massa ; ‘bat Cris’mas is ‘comin’, and it’s © good time to get married.” “What, so soon? Sisért courtship, Weyl boy?! lana’ al the better for that,” he added to himself, thinking of some- body else, and of the ceremonies and delays attending “*mar- Fetes a So s ~ ay og eo wt ww be : * ad “~ 4 - e * - . ais ». OHAPTER II... for the present moment! joy to-day! paras sn A pretty joliy Polly ! - eh the heels. gi g, lassies, fling! there! pelle thes not t the wey there! AIRE a ertighssomer me Christmas comes a& year, _ And when it comes, it | $ good cheer.—Oxp Soxc, eet toe *AWith all the meet they can -Ovo Sow sly flashes the fire,— IY Sad sergeon flies high and higher.” Ir was Christmas Eve. The sound of the fiddle floated through the darkness over Colonel Fairfax’s plantation. Guided by this, as also by the fitful flash from distant bon- fires, we might come upon a curious scene. The field-negroes were having a grand frolic. As none of their cabins would allow of much dancing within their limits, and there were twenty or thirty ready for a regular “ break-down,” they had chosen an open shed belonging to the sugar-house, which they had brilliantly illuminated by fires in the open air. About cComichooksrcom