The Yazoo City Whig and political register. (Yazoo City, Miss.) 183?-1840, 1840-04-24


man, in this country, who was little acquain
ted with horse jockies or horse flesh, wa
grievously taken in, by cheat, in the pur
chase of a steed. He gave one hundred
dollars for miserable jade of an old mare
! that had been fattened up to SELL and she
turned out to be rineboned, spawned, blind
and wind broken. The Frenchman pretty
soon discovered that he had been used UP
in the trade, and went to request the jockey
TO take back the animal and refund the mo-
new.
'Sare,' said he, 'I'ave fotch back de dam
mare-horse vat you sell me, and | want de
money in my pocket back
'Your pocket backI returned the jockey,
| feigning surprise, Il don't understand you
'You no stand under me? exclaimed the
Frenchman, beginning TO gesticulate furi-
ouslY; 'you not stand under me? Sare be
gar, you be Won grand rascalle-vou lie like
Sam-like Sam--Vat you call de leetle
mountain?'
Sam Hill, I suppose you mean?
'Oui Monseur--Sam de Hill-yes, sare,
you lie like two Sam Hill. You sell me
Won mare-h horse for one hundred doilaire-
he not wort Won hundred cents, by CARP
SWhy, what's the matter with the beastP
'Mattair! Sacre! Mattair do you say? Wy,
de's all mattair-he no go at all-he got no
leg, no feet, no vind-he blind like Won
stone vid his eye, and he no see nobody at
all vid dat eye-he gooV-heez-ov-heez-e-o
like Won dam forge hammer bellows-he go
limp lump-he not go at all over de ground
he not travel two mile in three day!
Sacre, sare, he is Won grand sheat--you must
take him, and fund de money back
refund the money! Oh no, could not
think Of such thing
'Vat! You no fund me back de money?
You sheaty me vid Won hundre doIlaire horse
dat not can go at ALL
i never promised you that he would go.
BY gar! watts Won horse good for ven he
no GO. He is no better as Won dead shac.
kass, by gar! viii you, sare, take de mare
horse back, and give me mony vat pay him
forg'
mo, sir, / cannot-'twas fair bargain;
your eyes were your own market;as we gen.
tlemen of the turf saw
Gentlemen de turf! You be no gentle
man at all--you be no turf. Sacre, you be
NOu StdAO i 0dGIO UdlA1 uCCCpttOuot
You sheat your own born modder-you play
Won rascalle trick on your own gotten fad
der. You have no principaile.'
'The interest is what l go for.'
yes, SaFe, your interest is no principaille.
You be von grand resealle sheat. Mon
dieu, we're you die ven you go to helle lie
diabls fetten you no TIME quicker by gar
Failing to obtain redress of the jockey,
the poor Frenchman sent his 'mare horse'
to an auctioneer to be sold. But the auc-
tioneer seems to have been as great ras-
cal as the jockey, for he took care that the
fees for selling should eat up the price he
got for the steed.
by gar!' said the Frenchman, when rela-
ting the story, i be sheaty all roun. De
shockey. horse, he sheaty me in trade, and
de hauctioneer, he sheaty in dispose of de
hanimaiIle; he sell me de mare. horse for ten
dollirc, and by CARL sacre daml he sharge
'leven dollaire forsell himl Mon dieul so
be take all round in-loss Won and von- hum
DIRE dolIaire all in my pocket clear, for Won
sacre dam limp lump, vheeze-vind, no see
at all, good for nothin shape ofde dam mare
horse, worse as nineteen dead shackass, by
gar!