Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1850-07-19

but so sweet, III was ike the song OF
a spirit as the concluding aaurmtr
died away. She sunk back exhaust
ed; Edward for while supported
her head on his shoulder; at length he
parted the thick curls from off her
face, and and timidly pressed her lips;
he started from hei, thrilling touch
it was the last kiss-Isadore haa ex-
pired in his arms.
Bob Syaddams's Horse Trade
"You know Bob Waddam, reck-
on!" said Uncle Mike.
mot that | recollect," / replied.
"Well, Bob was an amazim hand
at tradin' hosses, and generally came
out ahead too. / never knew hin,
really girdled and the underbush cut
but once"
allow was that, Uncle Mixer"
"Why, you see Bob had been get
tin a gray hoss in some Of his deals,
that was iestabout as nice hoss to
look at as ever put his nose through
the rack sticks. He was human
lookin' hoss and nothin' shorter. He
was alwas lookm' arter stars, and car
ried his tail like the National flag on
the 18th of July. But he wouldn't
work-he was above it. He'd al
most stop when he saw his shadow
followin' him for fear he might be
drawin' it,
"Now then" says Bob, "some indi-
viduals is bound to be picked up"
$50 maxim an excuse that gray s
shoes wanted (iXin,' he sent him to
the blacksmith's and harnessed up his
t'other hosses, hitchcd OIL a wagon
load ofstone, and drove to Sam Hew-
ett's tavern. Here he stopped before
the door, took out the near boss, and
harnessed up the gray in his place.
Bob went in and took drink and
waited around until some fellows
should come along who wanted to
speculate He hadn't waited long
when he seed some fellow comm up
the road like all possessed, his hosses
under full run while he was sawin'
the bits and hollerin' 40! 100! with all
his might and main. He managed to
stop 'em arter he got little by Sam
Hewett's, and turnin' 'em round, he
come up a slarpin' his hands and in
a tarin passion at his BOSSES"
"He's never ready to STOP" says he
that hoss ain't-an' though he's the
best hoss ever owned, yet I'm de-
termined to get shut of HIM"
"Well. then out comes Bob, and
mounted his wagon jost as if he was
goin' to drive off, when says he, "Hal-
10! stranger, perhaps you'd like to deal
with me for 3 steady one.'
why, yes" says the stranger, 81
would like something a little more
quiet than that go-ahead snap-dragon
rascal ofm;nc."
So Bob looked at the sorrci and
found him fine square built animal,
his eye full Of fire, and every muscle
i'll play.
"Well," says bob, "a few words
for me. There's my gray-here's
your sorrel. What's your PROPOSE
tion!"
"Now you're talking" says the
stranger, examining the gray as he
stosd hitched to the load of stone.
"Ill give you s0rrel and the best forty
dollar clock in my wagon for the
gray"
"Done," said Bob ''jest unhitch."
Neither of them had asked t'other
any questions cause neither of them
wanted to ans,cer any. The hosses
were exchanged. Bob had got his
clock, and the stranger got into his
wagon, took up his lines, and biddin'
'em goou day, was about to start
when gray put a stop to it, and
wouldn't bulge hair. In vain did
the stranger whip and coax-not an
inch could he get. There sat Bob
laughing in his sleeve already to bust
to how the stranger was tryin' to start
and couldn't. Not word did the
stranger say, however, but after he
had got quite tried and had given up
trym' it any more, he come and sat
down on the hoss block.
Bob thoughthe might as well be a
guine; so he picked up his ribbons
Ego along" says he. SOrrel turned
his head and looked back at him, as
much as to say "dont You wish
would!" but didn't stir peg. In
vain Bob coaxed and patted. Sorrel
was thar and wasn't any where else.
"Well, recken it's my turn to laugh
now" said the stronger. II 'spose
you'll call again when yov come to
town"
20, never mind" says Bob ''sorreI
wiNgo, or else you could't a got here
with HIM"