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About every tenth person among the outgoing Augsburgers is carrying an accordion; some playing merrily as they walk along, others preferring to carry theirs in blissful meditation on the good time in store immediately ahead, while a thoughtful majority have large umbrellas strapped to their backs.
While Hare lay there, trying to gather his shattered senses, the merry sound of voices and the music of an accordion hummed from the big living-room next to his. Presently heavy boots thumped on the floor of the hall; then a hand rapped on his door. "Jack, are you there?" called August Naab. "Yes." "Come along then." Hare rose, opened the door and followed August.
I am glad to see, however, that all our party are up today, and that there is a faint interest manifested in the prospect of dinner; but even the inspiriting strains of the Faust march, which the captain is playing upon a wheezy old accordion, fail to put any expression of animation into the woebegone faces around the cabin table.
He was glad that all his people so far as he knew anything about them, were good out-and-out Yankees. Even his poor worthless father had been a great patriot, and played the Star-Spangled Banner on his old accordion when he ought to have been at work.
GÚSLIN. Yes, why? MÍTYA. How he describes all these feelings! GÚSLIN. He does describe them exactly. GÚSLIN. What? MÍTYA. I myself have composed a song. GÚSLIN. You? MÍTYA. Yes. GÚSLIN. Let's make up a tune for it, and we'll sing it. MÍTYA. Good! GÚSLIN takes the guitar and begins to pick out a tune. RAZLYULYÁYEV comes in with an accordion. The same and RAZLYULYÁYEV GÚSLIN. What a fool!
"Don't let's hev another 'thout somethin' between," said Dan; and the accordion struck up a rattling, catchy tune that ended: "It's six an' twenty Sundays sence las' we saw the land, With fifteen hunder quintal, An' fifteen hunder quintal, 'Teen hunder toppin' quintal, 'Twix' old 'Queereau an' Grand!" "Hold on!" roared Tom Platt. "D'ye want to nail the trip, Dan?
He had not practiced the tunes, and there seemed to be a difference between the drums of his ears, for one would catch a tune one way while the other gave a different interpretation. The accordion could not please both ears, so it squeaked and wheezed out an air of its own. At last a time came when it was evident that a change was coming over Billy.
"No," I said coolly. "Well, it doesn't matter, because I don't believe you could play it. But a banjo would be better for the Doppies, or I have it an accordion! Haven't one in your pocket, I suppose?" "Why can't you be serious?" I said. "I am, old fellow.
Both of us was broke; but Timotea sent us goat-meat and plantains and tortillas every day; and at last I got the curse of drink lifted from Clifford Wainwright. He lost his taste for it. And in the cool of the evening him and me would sit on the roof of Timotea's mother's hut, eating harmless truck like coffee and rice and stewed crabs, and playing the accordion.
After this disappointment our packs began to weigh more heavily; the mouth organs and vocalists were less persistent in their efforts and gradually stopped in disgust, and only an accordion, wielded by a husky Scotchman at the rear of the company, strove to cheer us up.
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