The Abbeville banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1847-1869, 1859-03-17

burst out, that cleans down anything I've
heard of lately; grey mare turned into a
bay; somebody held me the end of the
world the--" Bill suddclv checked
himself, the walnut leaves boiled. They
did it" Yes, they did it and Lady Shin
bone, the grey mare was now Il sight to be-
hold; she was of al ugly bay COLOR with
stripes, something of the appearance OF a
piece OF mahogny vcnecring in the rough
Now" continued Bill, you're beauty,
you are! Nothing can take the shine out
of that eye of yours; though; there's grit
there, proof agin all walnut leaves, Past,
Present, and Future"
In the afternoon Bill was on hand with
his varicgated" mare, and having duly
driven over to the Horse and Halter tavern,
he gave the mare in charge of the holster,
first seeing her well blankcted, and then
went to the bar room. Here he found Sif-
ter the owner of the bay horse, Hagbag,
who at once accostcd Bill:
"lIerc l am, you see, ready for the trot,
put up your money. Colonel Stubs shall
hold the stakes. You arc to trot your grey
mare against my bay horse, that's the
agreement. Fetch out your animal"
Bill had lady Shinbone brought to the
door, the crowd gathered round Don't
touch rag till have the rcns :" said he,
and jumping into his light trotting wagon
the holster at the moment pulled off the
cover and the Lady came up to the starting
point in fine style. Just at the same time
Sitter came up with his bay.
We'll, Bill! why don't you bring out
your grey mare!"
What do you call this 2" answered
Bill, as he held the lady in with taut
rein.
" 1t may be Zebra, faint grey marc,
this side Of Jordan :" replied Sitter.
" tell you!" says Bill, this is nv grey
mare!"
And tell you,' replied Sitter, there
amt grey hair OH her. You've gone and
got some kind of wild beast, ard want to
come the giraffe over me; two'nt work
The race was between my bay house and
your gray mare, and the colonel holds the
stakes. So fetch OIL your grey mareg
This is a grey mare, one of the greycst
KIND OF greys, only, you see, Uncle Ned liz
told me -"
TO thunders with Urclc Ned! roars
Sitter. / don't want any cock and bull
stories; want your grey mare. If YOU
can't produce her claim the stakes us for
feit.'
Il tell you this is grey mare only l
washed her with billed Walnut
Picked her, s'pose,' broke in Sif.
ter.
Washed her. shouted Bill, with the
walnut leaves which dyed every hair in her
hide, and that's a fact by all ll,a: trotsr
Just at this instant old Uncle Ned made
his appearance, casually on the track, and
Bill, wbo had his eye upon him, at once
Jumping from his wagon, caught that re-
spectcd gentleman by the arm.
you've done it, my boy roarc! Bill;
put your foot in it this time! Fork over
fifty dollars, or 10y all that lrots you'll be.
lleve its rainn mill stones on you. Didn't
you tell me to wash that grey mare will,
walnut leaves didn't do il +? look at her
She looks like brown stone house gone to
seed =
WELL says Uncle Ned, what If tell
you to wash her with walnut leaves
Didn't I tell you at the same time it would
make her look like a different beast and
don't S! e? Didn't l tell you my bay horse
owed half his beauty to this decoction,
which is apt to heat Tricophcrous at dycing.
Didn't | tell you all this g Here the laugh
ter and cheers Of The crowd came in as a
grand chorus, and Bill was waxing tromen
dously wrathy,' when Sitter rode up and
shouted ont !:
'All right, Bill I'm satisfied to trot
against Lady Shinbone, although she isn't
a grey mare, and has been in dycing con
dition only the next time you intend to
trot her don't ask your Uncle Ned for an.
other fly recipe for your mare, it might
turn her inside out"
G'lang! The grey bay won the race!
The BeautJul.-AIl the world worships
beauty.
The infant exhibits unmistakable, though
particular delight, on perceiving certain
motions or sounds, and is attracted by any
bright color or dazzling glitter, be it Of the
costly jewel or gew gaw, the painted daub,
Or the marvel of art, flower or star.
The young man, when "she comes whom
God sends" finds the whole face of things
more lovely, nay, glorified for her sake
teauty amid all beauty beautiful,
having made for itself silence iii his
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