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Support the Monkey! Tell All your Friends and Teachers |
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“Mas’r see’d me cotch a coon, High boys, high! He laughed to split,- d’ye see the moon, Ho! ho! ho! boys, ho! Ho! yo! hi-e! oh!" The singer appeared to make up the song to his own pleasure, generally hit- ting on rhyme, without much attempt at reason; and all the party took up the cho- rus, at intervals, “Ho! ho! ho! boys, ho! High-e-oh! high-e-oh!" It was sung very boisterously, and with a forced attempt at merriment, but no wail of despair, no words of impassioned prayer, could have had such a depth of woe in them as the wild notes of the chorus. As if the poor, dumb heart, threat- ened,- prisoned,- took refuge in that inarticulate sanctuary of music, and found there a language in which to breathe its prayer to God! There was a prayer in it, which Simon could not hear. He only heard the boys singing noisily, and was well pleased; he was making them “keep up their spirits.” “Well, my little dear,” said he, turning to Emmeline, and laying his hand on her shoulder, “we’re almost home!” |
