Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1861-05-04

noelDR COTD.
"Ab! ba! Good morning. good morning,
neighbor Smith. Glad to see you. Fine
morning.
"Capital; the rain night afore last did the
business for the crops. Things look flourish.
ing
Eyes, as we'll as I've known 'em to be for
fourteen years-corn aud beans. especially
Why, Smith, the corn on my Gov'nor lot is
up to mans hips"
'Sho Well. that is large. But how about
them cabbage plants ? Got any to spare,
eh2'
Plenty Of 'em, Mr.. Snith-there in that
bed. Help yourself. oh isfter brief pause)
l forgot to ask you about the COW. How do
you like herr
'First.rate Squire but our pasturing is
80 poor, that I've sent her up 10 Alton, to
my brother, to be psstured--hs pasturiug ls
new land, you know, and the clover knee-deep
he says. | was afraid if kept her here she'd
kinder lose her flesh and run down so I've
let him have her for the season. and he's to
allow me for the milk and butter"
The Squire looked somewhat surprised at
this favorable account of the Durham Cbes.
hire short born, but he only said (: Just as |
thought Mr.. Smith. knew you'd be pleased
with the cow
There was long pause during which Smith
was industriously uprootng cabbage plants,
and transferring :hem to his basket. At
length, as If struck with new idea, he called
out:
Look here Squire, I'm a good MUD 20
tell you little bit OF secret. Do you think
you could keep still about i. p
"Sartin Land me, l can keep anything
secret. Let's know
."Well Squire, I'm goin' to have a COW
that will put every other COW in Stafford
county nowhere"
"How Explain.
"'rhere, read that" Mr.. Smith pulled 81.
mons letter from bis pocket.
The Squire read it over carefully, ard when
he finished, he exclaimed "Grand chance, j
declare. Come right straight from the Earl
Of Derbys /; and you mean to buy her, don't
ye2"
"Yes, sir. If she don't go beyond two hun.
dred dollars, she's mine
The Squire seemed cogitating.
"Look here, Smith, said be at length, I'D
like to see this famous COW. How would you
like to have my company down to Boston ?"
1.-The very thing ! was going to ask you Squire
1t was the benefit of your advice about the crit
ter. | amt much of judge of cattle"
There was a long conversation between the
two worthless there in the cabbage yard, and it
was agreed that they should proceed together, the
following morning, to Boston, to examine and
decide upon the merits Of the wonderful COW.
Noon Of the next day found Squire Richer and
Mr.. Smith in Boston. wheE they Immediately
sought Green street stable am the no horn. Both
the COW and Simon Mildmay were so thoroughly
disguised that their owners would not have
known them, particularly no'horns) and Squire
Richer was completely deceived. TO cut long
matter short, after much bargaining and mutter.
ing, the no.horn Earl Of Derby COW, alias the
Durham Cheshire short horn, became the proper.
ty of Squire Richer-he paying as an equivalent
the sum Of two hundred and seventy five dollars.
Mr.. Smith was, to all appearance, almost heart.
broken at the less of the "splerdid chance'-but
he hadn't money enough, he said, to pay for her
at that price.
So Squire Richer's COW came back to her old
quarters, and was put in the yard with the other
cows for the night.
Unfortunately for the COW, and unfortunately
for her owners peace Of mind, there came up a
heavy rain during the night, and in the morning,
when the Squire came out 10 look at his purchase
he found his bona fde black and white kicking
cow awaiting him. The streaks of black paint
revealed the truth to the cnraged Squire, and the
sell was pretty evident. The way the baffled
speculator tore round the yard and cursed him
self, the cow, Mr.. Smith, and the world in gene
raj, would have astonished any one who had ever
seen the devout and pious Squire Richer at church.
As for NJ horn, short horn, her days upon
earth were "iew and evil" for on the going down
of the sun the ensuing day, she was lying sailed
down in a beefbarrel in Squire Rcher's cellar
q barrel of beef at two hundred and seventy.five
dollars, and poor at that.
The Squire had the good sense not to lay the
matter to heart; but, although, he is as social
with Smith as ever, he never mentions trade in
his presence.
Jane Smith has taken Simon Mildmay as her
husband, and she is now, we believe, the mother
Of two little Mildmays, who are of course, "the
exact image of their father"