Jeffersonian Republican. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1840-1853, 1847-02-11

Uncle Mike.
"Not iha, | recollect," replied.
"Well, Bob was an amazin' hand at tradn'
horses, and generally come out ahead 100. |
never knew him really girdled and in the un-
derbrush but once"
"How was that, Uncle Mike! -
"Why, you see Bob had just been ge,ung a
abou, as nice horse TO look at as ever put his
nose through the rack sticks. He was a bu-
man lookin' horse, and no,hin' shorter. He
was always looking for stars, and carried his
tail like the national flag on the 4lh Of July
But he wouldn't work--he was above il. He'd
aImos, stop when he'd see his shadow followin'
him, for fear he might be drawing it. Now
then. says Bob, some individual is bound to be
picked up. So maxim an excuse that Grey's
shoes wanted fixin', he sent him to the black
smiths, and harnessed up his other horses,
hilched on 10 wagon load Of stone, and drove
down 10 Sam Heweu's tavern. Here he STOP
| ped before the door, and harnessed him mp in
his place. Bob went in and took drink, and
waited around until some man should come
along who wanted TO speculate. He hadn't
been wailin' long when he see some feller COM
| in up the road like all possessed, his horses
under full run, while he was sawin' the bit
and holerin' no 100 with all his might and
main. He managed to stop 'em after he got a
| little by Sam Hewett's, and turnln' 'em round
he come up a slappin his hands aud cussn
that sorrel hoss.' He's never ready 10 stop,
says he, that hoss amt; and tho he's the best
hoss ever owned, yet blast my eyes if don''
get shu, Of him. .f1
Well, just then out comes Bob and mounted
his wagon jest as if he was goin' to drive off,
when says he
Halo, stranger, perhaps you'd like to deal
with me for steady one aas
why, yes,' says the stranger, I would like
something li,le more quie. than lha, go-ahead
snap-dragon rascal of mine
So Bob he looked at the Sorrel, and found
him fine square built animal, his eye full o
! FIRE, and every muscle in play
'Well,' says Bob, a few words does for me
There's my gray-here's your sorrel. What's
your proposition!
Now you are talking says the stranger ex
aiming the gray, as be stood hitched to the
load OF stone. I'll give you sorrel, and the
best forty dollar cloak in my wagon for your
gray" ..s.
Done said Bob, just unhitch'
Neither Of them had asked 'lolher any ques
iion, cause neither of them wanted to answer
any. The hosses were exchanged. Bob had
go, his cloak. and the stranger got into his wag
on took up his lines, and bidding 'em soodday
was about 10 start, when gray put stop to it
and wouldn't bulge hair. In vain did the
stranger whip and coax-ho, an inch could he
get There sat Bob, laughing in his sleeve, al
mos, ready TO burst 10 see how The stranger
was trying to start and couldn't. Not word
did the stranger say, however; bu, after he had
got tired and had given upuyIng any more, he
came and sal down on the horse block
Bob thought he might as well be going! SO
picking up his ribbons--'go along says he...
The sorrel turned his head and looked back a,
him, as much as to say, 'dont you wish
would 2 but didn't stir hoof In vain Bob
coaxed and patled. Sorre was thar, and he
wasn'i anywhere else? ste.3
We'll, reckon IFS my turn to laugh now
said the stranger; 'spose you'll call again
when you come in town!
Oh never mind, says Bob. 'Sorrel will 60,
or else you couldn't gol here with him.
Oh yes says the stranger you can starr
him if you'll only bring some shavings, and kin
die fire under him, as | did, And then he
laughed again, and when | came away, they
were playing game of OLD StEDeB, to see
" ho shonld take them BOTH