from the rest of the hunch and go by way of John Warley’s road and 
jug house and get a little Barleycorn to revive us along the later part 
of the night. This was a common thing for us to do as we generally 
needed something of the kind after dancing eight or ten hours—at the 
same time, we would govern our drinks, for fear of breaking up the 
dance, which sometimes, but not often, would happen. 
On our way after the liquor we met a horse swaping fellow by 
the name of Young that had made a horse swap with John Warley, 
and in making the swap Young had received ten gallons of whiskey 
to boot. When we met Young he was pretty well steamed up and 
seeing my fiddle under my arm in a pillow case he asked me what I 
would take for it. I told him $10.00, and he asked to examine it. He 
thumped the strings, drew the bow across it and said he had swaped 
horses with John Warley and received ten gallons of good old whiskey 
to boot, and would give me three gallons for my fiddle. He drew a 
quart from his saddle and let us all have a drink. As three gallons 
of whiskey was well worth $10.00, I accepted his offer and he gave 
us an order to John Warley for three gallons of Tennessee’s best. 
I was pleased with the trade I had made as I had disposed of my 
fiddle which I had come to the conclusion I would never be able to 
master perfectly as the longer I played the faster I went until there 
was not much distinction left between the notes. 
We bade Young good-by and started at a fast pace for the road 
house and Warley gave me the three gallons of whiskey, two one- 
gallon jugs and four quarts. After Warley had treated us a couple 
of times we started for old Babe’s, feeling pretty good. When we 
arrived at Babe’s there were about forty boys and as many girls there. 
Babe had a. large house with gallerys all around so that the ones,that 
couldn’t get inside could stand on the gallerys. Two large rooms were 
cleared of their furniture and the dance was put in order. We had 
plenty of fiddlers and banjo pickers to carry on a dance in each room 
and they soon began to tune their instruments. This thumping and 
tuning always creates a sensation in me something like a race horse 
that is lined up for a race. I had the edge on most of the boys when 
it came to cutting the pigeon wing and many other such antics which 
I had learned from the negroes. 
I gave Babe one gallon of my whiskey to be divided among the 
musicians during the night. This was absolutely necessary so that 
after several hours playing they wouldn’t give out. Each time after 
they would get up and go out on the gallery for a little fresh air and 
a swig their music when they started playing again would be just as 
full of pep as the first part of the evening. 
I had given A1 Brown, a friend of mine, who was as homely 
and bashful as he was good natured, a full quart of my whiskey. He 
was a big (6 feet 3), good-hearted fellow that could be depended on 
under all conditions, but when he was around the girls he was so 
bashful that he .would make many awkward moves and expressions 
which added to their amusement and his timidity. When I gave him 
the quart of whiskey I told him to hang onto it until morning, as it 
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