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the hand, and the silver moon arising, set the clouds on fire with gladness and "left upon the level water one long track and trail of splendor, down whose stream we sailed into the purple vapors, to the islands of the blessed, to the kingdom of Ponemah to the land of the hereafter." While thus we dreamed, the balmy zephyr brings from the forecastle to our delighted hearing, the tinkling music of the banjo and guitar, the melody of the singing voices and dancing feet of our freedmen boat's crew. The lines of Whittier were resurrected in our thoughts. "Dear, the black man holds his gifts Of music and of song, The gold that kindly nature sifts Among his sands of wrong, The power to make his toiling days And poor home comforts please; The quaint relief of mirth that plays With sorrow's minor keys." For they sang among others the identical words of the poet's expressive song, "Ole massa on he trabbels gone, He leaf de land behind: De Lord's breff blow him furder on, Like corn-shuck in de wind: We own de hoe, we own de plow, We own de hans dat hold, We sell de pig, we sell de cow, But nebber chile be sold. De norf wind tell it to de pines, De wild-duck to de sea, We tink it when de church-bell ring, We dream it in de dream, De rice-bird mean it when he sing, De eagle when he scream, De yam will grow, de cotton blow, We'll hab de rice and corn; Nebber you fear, if nebber you hear De driber blow his horn." And so all too quickly passed that ideal night, without thought of sleep, till the rising sun shot his radiant beams over the great river, when we steamed slowly up to the long pier, and walked under an arch of stately palms to our host's beautiful home, embowered in orange trees and luxuriant trumpet creepers in this summer land of perpetual bloom. Close by the Count's residence was a lake of sulphur water, gushing from deep down in the earth. Into this we plunged and swam until we seemed to be born again into immortal youth, then on the broad piazza we enjoyed a feast which would have delighted Jupiter and all his gods, every course of which was taken from the adjoining trees, grounds and waters. We then inspected the great plantation, where was found growing in profusion, everything essential to the wants of the most fastidious of mortals, while the surrounding woods and river teemed with a great variety of fish a
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