"Why, I ain't had a drink, or a dance, or seen a soul in two months.

You-all get to bed.

I'll call you-all at five." And for the rest of the night he danced on in his stocking feet, and at five in the morning, rapping thunderously on the door of his new partners' cabin, he could be heard singing the song that had given him his name:-- "Burning daylight, you-all Stewart River hunchers! Burning daylight! Burning daylight! Burning daylight!".