Fogy Days, and Now; Or, the World Has Changed

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1891 Excerpt: ...a very popular person. I showed Bradley the stairsteps and soon had him educated so he could go through the upper story of the tune. Suddenly I felt a slap on the shoulder and turning, discovered my assaulter to be a splendid specimen of fresh mountain girlhood, a beauty with rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes. She said, Californy, less you and me take a turn. 'Nough said, says I, as quick as a cat could wink its eye, and calling on Bradley to give us the best he had in the shop, he promised to empty out the gourd for us, and added: Go it, Californy, if you keep up with that gal there aint nothing in this valley too good for you. Now, the floor of the house, like many others in that section, was made of puncheons, split out from the forest trees and laid on chestnut or wild locust sleepers, and, consequently, quite springy. Chairs in Rabun County were not then so plentiful as they now are in Atlanta, and it was not an unpopular custom for two of the young people to sit on the same chair together and in a dance, frequently a couple would occupy the floor, especially in a break-down. I had been challenged by the belle of the valley to single combat and knew I was in for it, but had fully determined to be on hand when she got through. I led Miss Mary D. a few turns up and down the hall, stopped in the center where we made our bows, forwarded and back, swung corners and circled all, crossed over and back, then the fun commenced. I made a pass and she coquetted, I cornered and she chassed, I shuffled and she sidewized, I pigeon-winged and she wire-toed, I double-shuffled and she gave the toe-whiz, I gave a jim-crow lick and she kill-krankled, I struck a break-down and she hit the hurricane, I went into a jig and she jiggareed, and for every ...