The Mississippi Creole. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1841-1851, 1847-03-27
Bob waddam,s HOrse Trade.

"You know Bob Waddam, reckon,p said
Uncle Mike.
aNot that | iecollect,n replied.
swell; Bob was an amazin' hand AZ trndin'
and generally come out ahead too. ]
never knew himEeallJ girdled, and the under
brush cut but once,n
show was that Uncle Mike?"
"Why, you see, Dob had just been getting
a gray boss in some Of his deals, that was
Jest abort as nice a boss to look at as ever put
his nose through the crack sticks lie was a
human lookin' boss, and nothin shorter. He
was always lookin' for stars, and carried his
tail like the national fag'on the Fourth Of Ju-
~. But he wouldn't work-he was above
it. He'd almost stop when he nee his shad.
ow followin' him, for lear he might be drawin'
it. Now then; said Bob; some individual is
bound 10 be picked up. So; maxim an ex'
cuse that Gray's shoes wanted fxinp ne sent
him to the blacksmith's; and harnessed up
his other HOSES, pitched on to a load Of stone
and drove up to Sam Hewstt's tavern. Here
he stopped before the door, Embarrassed one
of the bosses, and harnessed him up in his
place. Bob went inland took a drink, and
waited around until SOM man should come
along who wanted to speculate He hadn't
been waitin' long when he see some Teller
comm up the road like all possessed, his boss
under a full run, while he was sawin' the
bit and hollerin' wo! wo! with all his might
and main. He managed to stOp'im after he
got a little by Sam Hewett's, and turnin''eT
round eum up slappin' his hands and cussin
shat sorrel boss, He's never ready to stop,
says he, shat boss ANTI and though he's tn,
best boss / ever owned, yet darn me if don
get shut ofhim'
"Well, Jest then out comes Bob and noun
ted his wagon. just as if he was goin' to driv
off, when says he
"Halloo, stranger perhaps you'd liketo dsu
with me for steady onew
!, why, yes" says the stranger 81 would lk
something a little more quiet than this go-ahea
rascal of mine"
$50 Bob he looked at the sOrreL, and foun
him a fine square built animal, his eyes full
fire, and every muscle in play"
SWELL" says Bob, ga few words does f
me, There's my gray-here's your sorrel
! What's your proposition"
a SNOW you are t%alkin'," says the atrang
examining the gray, as he stood hitched to y
load Of stone. Cpl give you SOrrel and u
h best forty dollar clock in my wagon for yo'
8 gray.'
4 "Done,n said Bob, sjest unhitch."
q "Neither Of them had asked 'tother aft
. questions, cause neither OF them wanted
i answer any. The horses were exchanged
e Bob had got his clock and the stranger g
a into his wagon, took up his lines, and biddiT
'em good day, was about to start when gr
put a stop to it, and wouldn't bulge a hair.
i. In vain did the stranger whip and coax-n
an inch could he get. There sat Bob, laug
a. ing in his sleeve almost ready to burst, TO 8
how the stranger was tryin' to start, a
couldn't. Not a word did the stranger 50
j however, but after he had got tired and b
/, given up tryin' any mOre, he can and I
down on the horse-block."
"Bob thought he might asswell be gOih
% picking up his ribbons, go along' So
he The sOrreI turned his head and look
- back at him, as much as to say, don't y
: wish / wouldp but didn't stir a boot. In v,
Bob coaxed and patted. sOrrel was thar, a
he wasn't any where els'."
{, swell, | reckon it's my turn to laugh nov
: said the strangers ~ 'spOse you'll call Og'
when you come to townr
ooh, never mlnd," says Bob "sorrel ria
or else you couldn't got here with him."
"oh, yes' says the stranger; "you can st
IL him if you'll bring some shavings and kr
fire under him as | did" An then he lau
ed again, and when I came away, they W
PLAYING a game of Old Sledge to see who shO
80 take them BOTH Sunday Mews.