The Democratic sentinel and Harrison County farmer. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1851-1852, 1851-05-28
Printing q Horse.

Printing a Horse.
While we were busted in putting the
"Friend" to press, our attention was attract
ed by the numbering foot falls of two
pair of substantial brogans on the stair
way leading to our printing Office, and pres
emily BY the crowns of two Rough and Ready
hats, which rose above pair of heads which
were followed by shoulders and so on, until
to athletic specimens ofthe ''rural population
Of Georgia stood revealed before US. Advan-
cling few steps from the stairway, the two
came to halt and gazed round the apartment, t,
occasionally casting furtive glances about
them, as if ifapprehensivc of being caught up
and done for by the printing presses that
were in operation in their immediate vicinity.
One of the party had his attention particular
ly attracted by the self-inking machine, the
operation of which he seemed peculiarly
anxious to understand, while the other was
making spacmodic efforts to smoke a horrid
bad cigar
Presently the man with the cigar broke ST.
lence. s--- .
sssDo you print horses herc?" said he, hold
ing his cigar between his finger and thumb
in an attitude rather too striking to be grace
full.
Apprehending that We did not rightly un-
derstand the question, we asked
"Hand-bills?" I7A f "a
"What's them, Bill?"inquired the speaker
of his friend s.
dad fetch it if | know, " said Bill, 't'hout
ther notes o'hand, E"
The two conversed together in low voice
moment, during which time the first speak
or made several Intellectual efforts to get a
Whit from his cigar, Presently, turning
round and elevating his voice, he said:
"Look- -a-here, stranger, can you print a
horse or not@' As
: He paused for a reply, while we endeavor-
ed to frame an answer.
"Becausc," resumed the speaker, Il want
a first rate picter of my horse Red Eagle, and
ifyou're the man what can do it, say the
word''
"We can do almost any kind of printing
here, sir. Have you the manuscript with
you?" .... ...... ..
i, "The WHAT uscript?' exclaimed the own
er of the Red Eagle
! "Have you the copy of what you want
printed?" said we
F.! "Cus the copy" said he, II don't want a
scopy. want my horse printed Jest dry SO
Can you do it?
"oh," said we, "you only want a picture
of your horse?" a'
'Thats the idea stranger, exactly"
AS we now comprehended his wants, and
were disposed to humor the joke, we instruc
ted one of the boys to take an impression of 4
large cut of a horse. The countenances o
our customers Frightened up at once; while
they watched the operation with intense in
terest.
J On the impression of the cut being PLACED
before them, they both exclaimed
"Hey, the deuce! that aint like old Eagle
That won't never do"
Whats the matter with it?" said we
"Is it not good likeness?"
"No, sir, not by a ding'd sight," said the
man with the bad cigar "My horse is 6
bright sorrel horse, with a star in his face
and one white foot. This ere horses tail i.
Jest like mine, only its black"
Red ink would remedy the defect in the
color But the white foot and the star in the
face were difficulties not so easily to be goI
over. At that moment one of our printers
who had been quietly enjoying the joke,
came to our aid. By the use of colored ink
and by laying piece of paper, cut to resem
Bile the star in the face, on the cut, and anoth
er piece on the fetlock, we soon produced
Red Eagle as natural as life, star, white foot
switch tail and all.
The party were in ecstacies.
"Ain't that him, Bill?--ain't that old Ea
| gle jest as natural as pig tracks?" ,a
"Well, drat my skin!" said the other, re
garding the picture with amazement depict
ed in every feature-"did you ever see til,
like? Why" said he, holding itcf at arms
length and shutting one eye, "I'd know tha
was your colt, Bill, if | was to see it any wha
in creation" .s..s
4 Certain you would I'll bet the old mare
herself would knowit when she seedit Tall
about yer doggerytipes! Why that chaI
over thar couldn't make such picter as tha
to save his 'tarnsl gizzard. How much is /,
lpay, stranger?" ...S 4ia
Nothing, " replied we. ..We don't tcharg,
for printing horses"
'Nothing!' exclaimed both in the sam
voice "Doggerytipes over thar wanted t
lcharoe three dollars and than co,,Id,nt l.