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still see her after the lapse of time in the midst of one of 

 those dead setto's, her lythe and willowy form swaying from 

 side to side in a quiver of action, athletic and graceful in her 

 very motion, head and shoulders a little inclined to the front, 

 the folds of her blue-checked homespun frock grasped in her 

 hands on either side, a little raised to clear her shapely ankles, 

 her skirts artistically spread out and in, to a perfect harmony 

 of motion, and her dainty feet would strike that puncheon 

 floor with the quick beat of a knitting-machine, and she 

 skimmed the floor as smoothly as a full-rigged brig, as she cuts 

 the great deep, rocking from side to side before a spanking 

 breeze (talk about your germans of this advanced day and of 

 the enjoyments of your young folks, all tame to that). And 

 I was right about there too, head and shoulders thrown back 

 to the break-down, a little to the front in the pigeon-wing, 

 arms flying to help the feet keep time to the music ; the 

 weather was getting equatorial, the perspiration streaming, 

 and we were just getting down properly to our knitting in 

 what is called the cyclone movement, when the music suddenly 

 ceased. Jack Bradley had sawed his treble string clean in two* 

 and it was a draw between me and the belle of the Tennessee 

 Valley. We retired to a chair amid the plaudits of the 

 crowd ; were pretty well blowed and a little fatigued, but I 

 found a delightful repose for my arms, and my partner rested 

 one of hers on her lap and the other round my shoulder. Miss 

 Mary felt a little warm, but not at all disagreeably so ; our 

 temperatures ranged about the same degree farenheit. The 

 caloris gradually cooled down to its normal state and we spent 

 several very agreeable moments together watching the other 

 couples as they would take a turn. 



"We danced all night till broad daylight and went home 



