Plymouth banner. (Plymouth, Marshall County, Ind.) 1852-1855, 1854-03-09


Bat tbought-a remiuiscence-an idea
popped suddenly into atr Beckel's crani-
am. Pointing down no road, some dis
tance, he SAID to his new made acqlain-
tance:
4 have i'll Do you see The iayern.posi,
yonde,! On the right
Yes, yes
That house is kept by Timothy Brown.
4 year ago he sold me horse; put the
saddle on your beast here aud drive him
down there
Yes continued Greene.
Pass ,he tavern ind return. Put his
best foot, foremost, you know
Yes
See son,e5ody here, MIR Brown if you
can. All | ask is that you trade this horse
with him. Go on
Greene was Yankee, ard seemed 70
take this advice very kindly; and soon AZ
leiwerdS the blind nag moved gracefully
past the hotel, with greene in the sad
die.
Mr. Brown the experisncad jockey. saw
he new-comsr from he window. When
he came back. he hailed Mr.. Greene,
without ceremony,
A good locker you have there friend
observed Brown is lie for ale
No, no. said Greene indiifererily -
Just giyin' HIN lt,le airin, that's
on.'
Brown examined the horse, ali oyer,
aud offered 10 give the strnnger good
Glance for a trade.
There's 4 man. a fri.nd cfmine, urged
Mr. Brown. 'inthe stable here, who would
give you q smart CHARGE al q ci, l.sr. if
you've n mind, thlnk.'
And Nr. Greene re,ucta anilv turned his
horses head Into The yard, where Browns
foreman who was posted up in such mat
terS, stood ready to tahe his employers
cue.
Wal, said Greene, 'wha Go You want
to dew! | can't stop long for billy'll get
cold, you see.'
III swap horses with you suggested
the foreman. " our nag1l match one
we've got here, edzackly; and we'll give
you good trade
i don't want 10 talk about nolain' in
the huss line,' responded Greene. 'less
you've got good 'un. know what I've
got, and don't part with Billy. easy
.uhoa! lie shouted. ~ this instant he qui-
eily drove the rowel into his flank. and
Billy as he called him, began 10 dance
aud prance beautifully
After considerable parley, during which
Greene had declared tha: his nag had 10
JGUu whatever, an0 Jus, us ,,ro, sni
his foreman bad conci@5ed 10 exchange
with HIM fer one Of the very best animals
in his stable, of different color only, Mr..
Beckett, the whes!righl, entered The yard.
without recognizing his agent, howev
er.
'Ah Beckett. exclaimed Brown, you're
just in time. Come, leave il 10 Mr. Beck
ct 10 decide what tho difference shall be
Come. Beckett, you know horse as well
as the mex, man, continued Brown; 'you'ue
traded horses some, in your time GER
tain
Yes, Thought horse once. said Beck
ct, slowly, and
Vel, never mind What do you say
now? There's Charley, our best roadster.
You know him. Coed for three-ien. any
day; only seven coming May; soand as
new dollar; gets up well; fast, square tro,-
ter; ten hundred, surc--how shall they
;rSde?'
Any warranty asked Becket. Of
Greene.
Don't want any, said Brown, quickly.
4 know horse 'spose--that is, | cul'!ate
| dove pretend TO know horses, 're do;
eh, Emersona' said the tavern keeper wink.
ing to his foreman,
4 should say We did,; remarked Emer-
son.
We'll. Brown, suppose he gives the man
fifty 10 boot
Rather hard on him Bccke,--say
evea.'
NO you DON'T added Greene. The
mans about right l should say seventy
five. Give me your horse and fifty dol
lars, and we trade-or Pm off,
Drive him in, said Emerson.
The horses were exchanged, Greene
took his fifty dollars, and mounting Char
ley Zone of the best animals ever known
in the town). was soon out Of sight. Mr..
Brown and his foreman were highly de
lighted at this trade while Greene apd
Beckett had no occasion to be fault finders.
Mr.. Beckett presented his friend with the
fifty dollars, for his strewdness--and i'm
mecIately sold Charley for two hundred
round dollars,
Within four -and.twenly hours, Emerson
and Brown ascertained that their mngnif
cent steed was as blrd as poor Barti-
MUS!
'Becket?' exclaimed Brown, as soon Us
he could find the wheelright. after the
discovery, Beckett, did you know that
scamp
What scamp
The fellow who sold US the horse
NO.
He's as blind as lampry eel'
'Whol The MANI
No. the horser
'Shaw--yoa don't say so! exclaimed
Beckett.
'Yes--sucked. awful! And between
ourselves. Beckett. not to 60 no further
continued The ancient jockey. confidential
ly, 'twixt you and me. thai Was my horse