The Evansville daily journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ia. [i.e. Ind.]) 1848-1862, 1856-01-31
AN ORIGINAL HORSE TRADE.

Mr.. Samuel Havens resided in Brooklyn,
and is great admirer of horse flesh. On
Monday last, he went up the river to Albany
for the purpose of buying gray mare belong
ling to his friend Mccall. The grey mare is a
very fne-looking animal, and also very fast
She can do mile in 2:55, with two in a wag-
on. Havens heard of her merits last week,
and resolved on purchase. On his arrival at
Albany he took breakfast at Stanwix Hall.
Shortly after which he buttoned up his coat
and started to find Mccall. He met him in
Broadway, near the City Hotel With Mac
he had the following conversations:
Il understand, Mr., Mccall, that you wish to
sellthat grey mare of yours ~
4 did want to sell her, but imagine she
is now disposed of
Disposed of!-to whom?'
TO your friend Skerret, of Brooklyn
what did he agree to give you.' @-h
Five hundred and thirty dollars 'n
If you will let me have her will give
you five hundred and fifty dollars cash down.
But I've promised her to Skerret!
'When?'
Last week.
Never mind that. If he should call, say
she's dead-that broke her leg on the Troy
Road, in consequence of which we had to blow
her brains OUT
Will you back me up in the storyP
of course | will
It's bargain then. Give me the five hun
dred and fifty, and Ill send the mare down to-
morrow night. But hadn't we better crop her
main and bob her tail, SO that Skerret cannot
sue me for lying to him?
Just as you please-theres your money. Be
sure to send her down on Tuesday night, on
the Knickerbocker'
Mr.. Mccall promised to do so. Soon after
which he folded up his five hundred and fifty
and walked around to Capt. Knights for the
purpose of putting the party through
This was Monday morning. On Monday
afternoon Mr.. Skerret made his appearance in
town. He met Mccall in State street
We'll Mac, I've called to pay you for that
mare.
what mare? snI f9llzH 5
The gray mare, the one you wrote to me
about last week. 1r rFe
Haven't you heard about that?'
About what?'
About that grey mare-she is dead and
buried' as @
Dead-nonsense. You are foolins me-
Not at all. Ifyou doubt it ask your neigh
Dor Havens, who broke her leg on the Troy
Road
= is Havens here?' s 1
'Yes-you will find him at the Stanwix
Hail. --..-- .tf.f .4- -,t.s
1t is not necessary for us to say that Mr.
Skerret went to Stanwix Hall and saw Ha-
vens, neither is it necessary for US to say that
Havcns swore that the grey mare was dead
and that he killed her. r. He, could not do
otherwise, without losing one of the best bar
gains he ever made.'
Mr.. Skerret regretted the catastrophe, but
concluded there was no use crying over split
milk. He then shook hands with Havens
and left, saying he would try and find a piece
of speed in some other part of the city. Ha-
vens having quieted Skerret, took the AS
train for New York, and arrived at BROOKLYN
a little after II O'Clock on Monday evening.
Mccall promised to send the mare down on
Tuesday evening He did not do anything of
the kind. In consequence of this, Havens
went up again on Wednesday to see what the
d-l it all meant He found Mccall at
the new Steamboat Landing.
Where is that grey mare that bought of
you?
what mare?' f eei
why, that grey mare that bOugh of you
on Monday O. u 5.rc5.e s-0- e3z
tOn Monday?'
yes, on Monday
You're mistaken. I sold you no mare on
Monday, and for the best reason in the world,
she was dead week before -a am /
4, Dead! What do you mean?'
What do l mean? and have you forgot that
you broke her leg on the Troy Road, and that
so badly that we had to blow her brains out?l
You don't mean to swindle me by any such |
game, do you? -rr ''''''4'1' !