Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | The University of Arkansas Press | 1997
Transcription 282 CHINQUAPIN HUNTS
failing is subject to be kissed by the individual who is called. Even or
odd another mode of guessing by which it is conjectured whether the
parties love each other or not. `Jake grinn'd at me,' a play. A party gath-
ers in a circle to each of whom nicknames are given. One is placed in a
middle called "Jake"—a great joker, who grins famously. He is in fact the
clown. One person stands in the rear of the circle, the master of all, hav-
ing a knotted handerchief in his hand, who interrogates his apprentices.
"Why," [sic] to the baker, is your bread not baked? He must excuse him-
self, `Jake grinnd at me! [' ] Accordingly Jake is about to undergo the
knout, and only escapes by giving an amusing excuse for grinning. He
inclupates others & thus keeps the ball in motion. The game of the
thimble an old English game of Biddy Biddy Holdfast. One of the party
takes a thimble, or gold ring, and affects to pass it into all hands, but
leaves it only in one. The parties charge it upon each other, and in the
event of charging erroneously, they put a pawn, which is redeemable only
after the prescribed fashion `Tired of my Company,' is another of these
games. The parties sit in pairs —& the lady, confessing that she is tired
of her companion, he is whipped out with a knotted kerchief and she
designates the person who will take his place. Some of the plays are
accompanied with songs. Thus
March we away to Quebec town,
Where the drums & fifes are loudly beaten,
The Americans have gaind the day,
And the British are retreating.
We'll turn back & open the ring,
To let the broken hearted in.
A gentleman takes his place in the middle of the floor at the beginning
of the game. Two persons, a lady & gentleman, go arm in arm, around
the person in the chair singing all the while as above[.] The game is
played either with or without kissing according to the taste of the
"Old Sister Phoebe,"
How merry were we,
The day we sat under the juniper tree
See Mr. Daniels for the rest of this.