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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: With my ' Pilly-willy-winkie popp'! (Oh, it's any tune that comes into my head!) So I keep em moving forward till they drop; So I play 'em up to water and to bed. Thus it speaks, through Kipling. Take Down the Fiddle and the Bow Every man that has music enough in his soul to whistle a coon song out of tune will feel his strings trembling and his pipes sighing this week. A great week for music in America. There is to be a prize fiddling contest in Mineral Point, Wis. The sound of the tuning and scraping, the prelude of melodious outbursts, already arises. Let the great imported foreign violinists gather dollars while they may. The good old fiddler, the merry, squeaking fiddler, the proud perspiring diddle-till-you drop fiddler, is putting a handkerchief around his neck and getting ready. Jig it, my hearties! Care killed a cat. The mighty youth of these United States was cheered by a fiddle. The pioneers, the hunters, the trappers, the flatboatmen, enlivened the long lonely night with its strains. It sang from the dark insides of prairie schooners. It brightened fever-stricken and despairing men on exploring expeditions and in mining camps. It was the life of merrymaking in the youth of Jackson, Lincoln, and all the great men of the earlier generations. Jefferson loved to play it. Everybody loved to hear it in those days, except, perhaps, a few pretentious owners of spinets and harpsichords. In all out-of-the-way and therefore fortunate and original places, it is still the best loved instrument; and the skilled and enthusiastic fiddler is always sure of applause, of an honorarium as bountiful and liberal as the entertained can afford and, at the worst, of a double portion of moonshine or other wine of the country. We should like to be in Mineral Point and h...