The Democratic pioneer. [volume] (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1845-1853, 1847-03-12
Bon WADpAMs HoRsE TRADE.--'Yon
know bob Waddam, | recon- said Uncle

know bob Waddam, l recon- said Uncle
Mike.
Not that recollect,' replied.
sWell, Bob was an amazin' hand at
tradin' hosses, aud generally come out
ahead too. never knew him really
girdIed, and the und erbrush cut but once,
How was that, uncle Mike?'
why, you see, Bob had jest been get.
ting gray boss in some of his deals, that
was jest about as n ice hoss to look at as
ever put his nose through the rack sticks
He was human lookin' horse, and no.
thin shorter. He was alwas lookin' for
stars, and carried his tail like the nation. 4.
al flag on the Fourth Of July. But he
wouldn't work--ho was above it. He'd
almost stop when he'd see his shadow fol
Iowin' Siin, for fear he might be drawir'
it. Now then, says Bob, some individual
is bound to be picked up. So, maxim an
excuse that Grsy's shoes wanted ixen, lie
sent him to the blacksmth's S and harness.
ed up his other bosses, hitched on to a
load Of stone, and drove down to Sam
EIewett's tavern. Here lie stopped be-
fore the door, Embarrassed one ofthe 9TH
er bosses, and harnessed him up IN his
place. Bob went in and took a drink,
and wailed around until some man should
come along who wanted TO speculate
lie hadn't been waitin' long when he see
some fel.er comm up the road like all
possessed, bis boss under a full, while he
was sawin' the bit and hollerin' wo! wo!
with all his might and main. IL managed
to stop em after he got little bySam
fIewett's, and turnin' 'em round he come
up slappin' his hands and cussin' shat
sorrel hoss' sHe's never ready to STOP
says he, 'that hoss ain'l; and though he's
the best hoss ever owned, yet dam me
if don't git shut of him.
W ell jest tleh ont comes Bob and
mounted his wagnn jest as il he vas goin
TO drive off, when says he
'Haioo. stranger, prehaps you'd like to
deal with me for steady oue'
why, says the strangerj Il would like
something little more quiet than that
go ahead rascal of mine.'
SO Bob he looks at the sorret, and found
him fine square built animal, his eyes
full OF fre, aud every muscle in play.
WELL says Bob, "a few words does for
me. There's ms gray-heres your sorrel
What's your proposi'ion!
'Now~5on are talkin, says the stranger
examining the gray. as he stood hitched
to the load Of stone. 'l'llgive you el,
and the best forty dollar clock in m, wa
gon for your gray
'Dune, said Bob, 'j"st unhitch.'
Neither Of them had asked 'lothcr any
questions, cause neither of them wanted
to answer any, The horses were excLang
Cd. Bob had got his clock, and Ihe strang-
cr got into his wagon, took up his lines,
and bidding 'em good day, was about 10
start, when gray put stop to ii, and
wouldn't bulge hair lu vain did the
stranger whip and coax mot an inch
could he get. There sat Bob, !aiishiug
in his sleeve almost ready to burst, TO see
how the stranger was trying TO start, and
couldn't. Not word did tie strange
say, however; bit after he had 60, tired
and had given up trying any more he
came and sal down on the horse, block
Bob thought lie mi ght as we'll be going;
so picking up his ribbons, go along, says
he. The sorrel turned his head and took
ed back al him, as much as TO say, 'don't |
yot wish would but d d., start hoof.
In vain Bob coaxed aud patted. Sorrel
was thar, and lie wasn', anywhere else.
Well, reckon It's my turn TO laugh,
now, said Tie stranger;'l spose you'll call
again when you come to town!'
'Oh never mind, says Bob. 'Sorrel DiH
go, or else you couldn't got here with him.
oh, yes, says the stranger: 'yon can
start him if you'll bring some shayings and
kiudle fire under him, as did An then
he laughed again, and came away, they
were playing game of Old Sledge 10 see
wbo should take them both. - Cincmndii
Sunday .NeTs.