Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1860-08-11
HOW BOB G. SOLD HIS HORSE FOR TIL
PURPOSE OF LEAVING THE CITY.

Those persons who are familiar with Boston rs
it stood some fifteen years since, will recollect
that it was entirely connected with other parts Of
the known world By bridges. Those not familiar
With it must take the averment Of this relator as q
sad ana sober reality.
In a Boston paper Of blessed memory, at said
aboriginal and medieval period of Bostonic exis-
lance, the following advertisement appeared ono
morning:
Horse FOR SALE.-A fine sorrol horse, sixteen
hands high; excellent for carriage and broken for
saddle, is now offered on advantag eous terms to
any ono wishing to purchase, Sole reasons for
the sale, that the owner wishes to leave the city.
Address Robert c., No. -, fremont st.
On The following day, as Robert g. was
walking up Chestnut street en- route for his count
%ing-rocm, he was overtaken by q friend who, after
passing The usual compliments Of the season, re-
marked
4 sec, you wish to dispose Of your sorrel.'
Yes replied B ID, leisurely in a monotone.
Good horse?' vent1rel his friend.
'Sublime!' returned Bob.
I presume you'll warrant him.
Warrant him!' and Bob took a long puff at his
cigar. or course. | will warrant him literally
to my advertisement.'
And you will guarantee him good and sound I
Do you know Bob, I've half q mind to invest per.
sonally? I think the only reason you have for
selling is that you wish to leave the city
Correct to the letter.
After a few moments thought. the bargain was
struck, and in half an hour Bob emiled pleasantly
to see his friend gallop down the street astride the
sorrel. Afternoon came round and the purchaser
came with it.
Bob he said dismally, Bob
Yours to command, SIR
Bob, | don't want to get in a fine frenzy about
my sorrel. entertain great respect for that cor
rel, when l remember his pedigree and all that
sort of thing
Damned by Lady Suffolk
And damned by myself. Bob by thunder. Bob
Now l swear, Bob, you know that am no.
apt To-
4 should say not was the meek rGjoinder.
But l swear, Bob, its too bad
No you don't tell me so.'
But l insist that | do tell you 80. The misera.
bic brute won't-Ah now own up, Bob, you've
swindled me. You knew he wasn't worth bis
feed
Splendid ANIMAL But I'll abide by my war.
%ranty.'
And literally to your advertisements
Literally
We'll, Bob, he goes very well till he comes to O
bridge, and then he stops. 'Pon my word I've
done everything but prying him over with a fence
rail-
And he won't stir2'
Not a step.'
Il knew it, said Bob, calmly.
Knew it? Knew it2 And yet you called him
a good horse!
4 didn't warrant him on that point, though
In fact l assigned it quite plainly in the morning
paper as a reason for wishing to part with him
that ne would never cross a bridge
i have a copy hero. Read such a clause if you
can, and I'll submit to the loss with pleasure
Would not cross a bridge, eh? Why there's no,
such a word in the advertisement
Bob took the paper from his hand and read
slowly and distinctly, with a curions twinkling oil
the eye:
Sole reasons for the sale. that the owner ,Oishe,
TO leave The city, As the last rays of the sot
ting sun Hinged the high chimney tops and clothed
the dark. dead walls with golden splendor, q qui v
ering little voice was heard to respond That,
so.'