IN HIGH LIFE.
walls of the dairy, and then in the pans of cream and
milk, busy 6ucking it. I took a good laugh at them
and then went on to a kind of old shanty, where I
heard the noise of fiddles and banjoes.
In here were several old men laughing and talking
over the fun they anticipated to have at night. One
of them said to me, "Lor', child, just you stay over
here to night and see the fun. I played my banjo at
the wedding of this child's grandmother and her
mother, and now I'm gwine to play for herself and
husband that-is-to-be; he says he will take me to Ohio
State and set me free."
I said, " Uncle, you will be too old; you won't be
able to earn your living." His answer was, "Lor',
child, 1 will die free, any how."
While I was talking to the old man, there was a
scream from the house for uncle Bob, as if the whole
place was on fire, or some other dreadful occurrence
had happened ; I started to see what was wrong, when
I found the little boys, tired of drinking the cream
through their straws, had turned off the cider barrel,
which was placed on the porch, and surrounded by
old fashioned jugs of old Bourbon, and the best
brandy. The boys not daring to drink so much of
the cider as they did of the milk, turned it off to see
the fun, and before they were found out, had the bar¬
rel nearly left empty. I asked one of the little urchins
what they did it for. He told me they were promised
they should have all sorts of fun when Ann was mar¬
ried, and he says, sure, that is fun.
I then went to my work, and promised when I was
through dressing their hair, I would set the table for
them. After combing them, I went to get the things