The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1860-05-09
SflisttlIaueous.
How Bob C. Sold his Horse for the
Purpose Of Leaving the CITY.


Those gentlemen who are fnmiliar with
Boston as 1t stood some fifteen years since,
will recollect that it was entirely connected
with other parts OF the known world BY brid'
ges. Those not familiar with it must take
the averment Of this relator as q sad and So
Der reality.
Iu Boston paper of blessed memory, at
said aboriginal snd medieval period OF Bos'
tonic existence, the following advertisement
sppeared one morning.
Of Horse for sale.-A fine sorrel horse,
sixteen hands high; excellent for carriage
and broken to the saddle, is now offered on
advantageous terms to any one wishing to
purchase. Sole reason for the snle, that the
owner wishes TO leave the city. Address
Robert c., No., fremont street.
On the following day, as Robert c.,
was Walking up Chestnut street en- route for
his counting room, he was overtoken by o
Friend, who, after passing the usual compIl
men,s of the seeson, remarked
II see you wish to dispose your sorrei."
eyes," replied Bob leisurely in mono
tone.
"Good horse I" ventured his friend.
"Sublime /" returned Bob.
W presume you'll warrant him 7"
"Wurrant him I" and Bob took long pull
., his cigar. "Of course. I shall warrant
him literally to my advertisement"
""Ard you will guarantee him good and
sound. Doyou know Bob, I've half mint
to invest personally! I think the only rea
son you have for selling is that you wish to
leave this city"
"Correct to the letter."
After few moments thought, the bargain
was struck, and in half an hour Bob sm''e'
pleasantly to see his friend gallop down th
street astride the sorrel.
Afternoon came round, and the "purcha
ser' came with it.
"T,ob," he said dismally, "Bob."
"Yours to command, sir"
"Bob. / don't want to get in fine frenz
about my sorrel. I entertain great respe'
for tha, sorrel, when remember his ped
gree, and all that sort OF thing"
"Dammed by Lady Suffolk"
"And damned by myself! Bob by thur
der. Bob-Now / swear, Bob, you kno
that om not opt TO-"
~ should say not" was the meek rejoir
der.
"But I swear, Bob, i.'s too bad"
"No; you don't tell me So"
"But insist that do tell you SO. II
miserable brute won't-Ah now ov
op. Bob, you've swindled me. You kne
he wasn't worth his feed"
"sple endid animal! But I'll abide BY n
warranty"
"Aud literally to your advertisementV'
"Literaily."
"WelI, Bob, be goes very well till
comes to a bridge, and then he stoI
,pon nv word. I've done everything
prying him over with fence rail-"
Sand he won't stir"
"Not step,'
~ knew H." said Bob. calmly.
"Knew it! Then what becomes OF 70
x,orr,nty? Knew it? And yet you cal
him good horse +"
aI didn't warrant him on that POI
,houob. In fact I assigned 1t quite pla'
in the morning paper as a reaaon 'or
wishing to part with him, that he wo
never cross BRIDGE"
II have copy here. Read such ella
;fvou can, and I'll submit to the loss
nlassure. Would not cross bridge, eh
Wbv there's not such word in the
vertisement."
Bob took the paper from bis hand
read slowly and distinctly with cur
utwinkling OF the eye:
ssSole reasons for the sale, that the ow
s..ishes to have the city" = As the
rsvs of the sitting sun tipged the high ct
nsy.tops and clothed the DARK. dead "
,;th golden splendor, quivering little v
vas heard to respond "That's so"
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