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On
that
particular
Christmas
I
have
now
in
my
mind
,
a
description
whereof
will
serve
as
a
description
of
the
day
generally
,
Miss
Lively
and
Mr.
Sam
,
the
first
belonging
to
Stewart
,
the
latter
to
Roberts
,
started
the
ball
.
It
was
well
known
that
Sam
cherished
an
ardent
passion
for
Lively
,
as
also
did
one
of
Marshall
's
and
another
of
Carey
's
boys
;
for
Lively
was
lively
indeed
,
and
a
heart-breaking
coquette
withal
.
It
was
a
victory
for
Sam
Roberts
,
when
,
rising
from
the
repast
,
she
gave
him
her
hand
for
the
first
"
figure
"
in
preference
to
either
of
his
rivals
.
They
were
somewhat
crest-fallen
,
and
,
shaking
their
heads
angrily
,
rather
intimated
they
would
like
to
pitch
into
Mr.
Sam
and
hurt
him
badly
.
But
not
an
emotion
of
wrath
ruffled
the
placid
bosom
of
Samuel
,
as
his
legs
flew
like
drum-sticks
down
the
outside
and
up
the
middle
,
by
the
side
of
his
bewitching
partner
.
The
whole
company
cheered
them
vociferously
,
and
,
excited
with
the
applause
,
they
continued
"
tearing
down
"
after
all
the
others
had
become
exhausted
and
halted
a
moment
to
recover
breath
.
But
Sam
's
superhuman
exertions
overcame
him
finally
,
leaving
Lively
alone
,
yet
whirling
like
a
top
.
Thereupon
one
of
Sam
's
rivals
,
Pete
Marshall
,
dashed
in
,
and
,
with
might
and
main
,
leaped
and
shuffled
and
threw
himself
into
every
conceivable
shape
,
as
if
determined
to
show
Miss
Lively
and
all
the
world
that
Sam
Roberts
was
of
no
account
.
Pete
's
affection
,
however
,
was
greater
than
his
discretion
.
Such
violent
exercise
took
the
breath
out
of
him
directly
,
and
he
dropped
like
an
empty
bag
.
Then
was
the
time
for
Harry
Carey
to
try
his
hand
;
but
Lively
also
soon
out-winded
him
,
amidst
hurrahs
and
shouts
,
fully
sustaining
her
well-earned
reputation
of
being
the
"
fastest
gal
"
on
the
bayou
.
One
"
set
"
off
,
another
takes
its
place
,
he
or
she
remaining
longest
on
the
floor
receiving
the
most
uproarious
commendation
,
and
so
the
dancing
continues
until
broad
daylight
.
It
does
not
cease
with
the
sound
of
the
fiddle
,
but
in
that
case
they
set
up
a
music
peculiar
to
themselves
.
This
is
called
"
patting
,
"
accompanied
with
one
of
those
unmeaning
songs
,
composed
rather
for
its
adaptation
to
a
certain
tune
or
measure
,
than
for
the
purpose
of
expressing
any
distinct
idea
.
The
patting
is
performed
by
striking
the
hands
on
the
knees
,
then
striking
the
hands
together
,
then
striking
the
right
shoulder
with
one
hand
,
the
left
with
the
other
--
all
the
while
keeping
time
with
the
feet
,
and
singing
,
perhaps
,
this
song
:
"
Harper
's
creek
and
roarin
'
ribber
,
Thar
,
my
dear
,
we
'll
live
forebber
;
Den
we
'll
go
to
de
Ingin
nation
,
All
I
want
in
dis
creation
,
Is
pretty
little
wife
and
big
plantation
.
