I heard [Ole Bull] play The Arkansas Traveller once; I shall never forget it. The piece opened with a short introduction,—a quiet, plaintive air,—at the conclusion of which he gently lifted up his right foot, much in the old-grandfather manner of beating time; then he suddenly brought down that foot with tremendous force on the uncarpeted stage and dashed off into the most reckless, mad, and intoxicated jig any dancer ever heard to start the fever of dancing within him. It was startling.