Sunbury American and Shamokin journal. [volume] (Sunbury, Northumberland Co., Pa.) 1840-1848, 1847-02-06
Rob 1vaddan,s Hors. Trade.


Is "Victory or a Grave"
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;+ Rob Nvaddan's Horse Tradc.
"You know Bob Waddom, reckon" said
Uncle Mike.
mot thpt recolect," replied.
We'll Bob was an amasin' hand AZ trsdin'
hosses, and generally come out ahead too. I
never knew him really grdled and 10 The snder.
brush but once"
<'Hew was that, Uncle Mike!"
-'Why, you see Bob had just been getting
gray hoss m some Of bis deals, that was Just a.
hou, A. nice boss 10 look at as ever put his
'ose through the rack sticks. lie wasa human
loJkin' horse, and nothin' shorter. he was al
why's booking for stars, and carried his tail like
,hs national flag on the 4th of July. But he
wouldn't work--he was above it. He'd almost
sop when he'd see bic SHADOW folIowin' him,
'or fear he might be drawing it. Now then,
says Bob, some individual 10 bound to be picked
up. So maxim an excuse that Grsy's saoes
wanted fxin', ne cent him to the bIacksnth's,
and harnessed up his other HOSES, hitchcd on
10 wagon lead Of stone, and drove dewe 10 Sam
lieweu's tavern. Here he stopped before the
door, uRharnessed him up in his place. Bob
went in and took drink, and waited around
until some man should come along who wanted
10 speculate. fle hadn't beea waitin' long
when he see some cllcF comm up the road
ke all possessed, his hosses snder full run,
,io ho 49, ~, A>on
30, with all bis might and main. He msns.
eed TO stop 'em after he got little BY Sam He
wett's and turnin' 'em round, he come up slap.
pin his hands and cussn' that sorrel hoss'
He's never ready to stop says he, 'tnt moss
amt; and tho he's the best hoss ever owned,
yet, blast my eyes i'll don't git shut OF him.
well, jest then out comes Bob and mounted
his wagon jes. as if he was goin' to drive of,
when says he
"'i!no, stranger, perhaps you'd like to deal
with me for steady one =
"Why yes says the stranger, j would like
something little more quiet than that 20. ahead
snsp.dragon rascal of @ine.
so Bob he looked at the sorrel, and found
him a fine square built animal, his eye full of
FIRE, and every muscle in plsy.
"Well,' my Bod, "a few words does for me.
There's my grsy-here's your so1el, What's
your proposition !"
"'No~ you are talking says the stranger.
examine the gruy, as he stood hitched to the
load of stone. III give you sorrel, and the best
Inrtv dollar ole in far
"'Done,' said Dob, Just unhitch.'
Neither of them had asked 'tother any aues-
tlons, cause neither one of them wanted to ans
'oer any. The bosses were exchanged Bob
had got his clock, and the stranger got into his
wagon, took up his lines, and bidding 'em good.
day, was about TO start. when gray put stop
loit, aud wouldn't bulge a hair. In vain did
the stranger whip and c~x-not an inch could
he get. There sat Bob. laughing in his sleeve
almost ready TO burst, 10 see how the stranger
was trying TO start and couldn't. Not a word
did the stranger say, however; but otter he had
got tired, and had given up trying any more,
he came and sat down on the horse block.
"Bob thought he might as well be going SO
picking up his r'obons-,go along, Gays he.
The sorrelturned his head and looked back at
him, as much as TO say, don't you wish would -
but didn't stir hoof. In vain Bob coaxed spe
pstted. sorrel was thar, and he wasn't any.
where asea
"Weil, reckon it's my turn to laugh now,'
said the straRgcr; 'spose you'll call again
when Won come A, town y
"'Oh never mind Gays Bob. 'Sorrel ,oHi
20, or else you couldn't got here with him.
"Oh yes says the stranger; 'yon can start
him ii you'll only bring some shavings, and
kindle fire under him. as did, And then
he laughed again, and When came away, they
were playing game Of On SpEpGE, to see
who should take them both" Cincinnati Sun
day NeWs
A cake was made a, Nashville, on Christmas
which weighed hslf a ton.
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