The Daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1845-1850, 1847-02-26
BOB wADDAM's HORSE ~

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You know Bob Waddams, teason," said
Uncle Mike.
6 Not that | recollect,'' replied.
Well, Bob was an amazin' hand at tradn'
NOSES, and generally come out ahead too | new
er Knew him RALLY girdled and the underbrush
cut but once.''
How was that, Uncle Mike
why, you see bob had Jest been gettin'
grey moss In some OF his deals, that was lest
about as nice boss to look at as ever put his
nose through the rack sticks He was human
lookn hess and nothin' shorter. He was always
lookn for stars, and carried his tail like the Ma.
nonal Flag on the 4th OF July. But he wouldn't
work he was above it. He'd almost stop when
he see his shadow followin' him for fear he might
be drawin' it. Now then, says Bob. some indi
vldual is bound to be picked up. So, maxim. an
excuse that Gray's shoes wanted fixen', he sent
MIN to the biacksmth's and harnessed up his
other horses, hitched on to a wagon load OF stone
and drove down to Sam Hewitt's tavern. Here
he stopped before the door, Embarrassed his near
side boss, and bringing Gray over from the shop,
harnessed him up in his place. Bob went in and
took drink, and waited around until some man
should come along who wanted to speculate. p
lie hadn't been waitin' long when he see some
teller comm up the road like all possessed, his
hosses under full run, while he was sawin' the
DIT and hollerin wo! wo! with all his might and
a
little ways by Sam Hewitt's and turning 'em
round, he came up slappin his hands and Gus
sin that 'sorrel hoss' Hes never ready TO sion.
says he, shat boss ant; and though he's the best
moss ever owned, yet, blast my eyes if don't
get shut OF him.
swell, jest then out comes Bob and mounted
his wagon, jest as he was gon' to drive off. when
says he
sHallo, stranger, perhaps you'd like 10 deal
with ne Tor steady one ~
'Why, yes" says the stranger, 81 would like
something little more quiet than that 90. abead
snap-dragon rascal of mine'
80 Bob, he looks at the sorrel and found him
hne square built animal, his ewes full of fire
and every muscle in play
Well" said 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,
examining the gray as he stood hitched to the
load OF stone. sl'll give you sorrel and the hest
forty dollar clock in my wagon for your erav .
Done,' said Bob, Just unhitch.'
" Neither OF them had asked t'other any mes
uons, cause neither one of them wanted TO an
sWer any The bosses were exchanged. Bob
had got his clock, and the stranger cot into his
wagon, took up his lines, and biddin' 'em good
uay' was about to start, when gray put stop to
IL and wouldn't bulge hair. In vain did the
Se~t-fN' "hiP anu COdA-DOI an men could he
get There sat Bob, laughn in his sleeve. al.
most ready to burst, to see how the stranger was
tryln' to start and couldn't. Not word da the
stranger say, however; but after he had got tired
ana had gwen up tryin' any more, he came and
sat down on the horse block.
Bob thought he might as well be going so
picking up his ribbons-sgo along,' SAYS he
Inc sorrel turned his head and looked back at
nlin' as much as to say, don't you wish would?'
out didn't stir hooi. In vain Bob coaxed and
patted Sorrel was thar, and he wasn't anv
where else.
Well, | reckon it's my true to laugh
now said the stranger; Il 'spose you'll call
again when you come in town p
''Oh never mind" says BOP. Sorre will 90 or
else you couldn't have got here with him.
ION yes, says the stranger: 'you can start
MN II you'll only bring some shsyins' and kindle
,ffe under him, as did, And then he laugh
ed again, and when came away, they were
playing game of Old Sledge, TO see who should
take them both" Cincinnati .Netos