One man was singing--roaring, you may say; and it wasn't a nice song--for a parlor anyway.

He roared through his nose, and strung out the last word of every line very long.
When he was done they all fetched a kind of Injun war-whoop, and then another was sung.

It begun:-- 'There was a woman in our towdn, In our towdn did dwed'l (dwell,) She loved her husband dear-i-lee, But another man twyste as wed'l.
Singing too, riloo, riloo, riloo, Ri-too, riloo, rilay - - - e, She loved her husband dear-i-lee, But another man twyste as wed'l.
And so on--fourteen verses.

It was kind of poor, and when he was going to start on the next verse one of them said it was the tune the old cow died on; and another one said, 'Oh, give us a rest.' And another one told him to take a walk.

They made fun of him till he got mad and jumped up and begun to cuss the crowd, and said he could lame any thief in the lot.
They was all about to make a break for him, but the biggest man there jumped up and says-- 'Set whar you are, gentlemen.