Brooklyn Citizen (Aug. 24, 1893):


"[In Georgia] The sounds of slavery days come back to you with that fragment of a song the negro boatman keeps crooning....The plantation seems alive now with the harmony of the field hand chorus you heard so often when a boy....You can hear

      Get along home, Miss Cindy

as they used to blow it on their 'quills' and sing it and dance it in some white place in the road where the moon shone brightest...:

    I wish I was a sparrow,
      A-scratchin' in de san';
    I'd scratch my way termorrow
      To see Miss Julie Ann.
    O, git along home, Miss Cindy."