Cincinnati daily press. [volume] (Cincinnati [Ohio]) 1860-1862, 1861-10-29


self he wished 10 make race between her
and Lazy Sam.
The General examined Lazy Sam with
the eye of q jockey.
"PishH said he, very oontemptuously,
"why this thing can not run; why, it's
flabsided rs a sheep, and as heavy shoul-
dered as q hog, and cat-hammed besides 1
would not give good mule for three of il.
Why did you not bring lot Of mules TO
market2 would have bought some ct o
fair price. Your horses do not suit me.
Pray what do you ask for this thing which
you call running .nag2 It may do to
plow season or two. Does it work ~
Unlike the Job of ancient days, Job
Tompkins suffered his anger to rise and
master him-at least, he made the General
/ think so. To use his own words, he cor
vorted. He screamed out:
"Hellol mister l wonder you're 50
mighty wise, considering you know SO
| little. Why, you make me feel oil over in
spots, TO listen at you. I reckon maybe
you've got quarter nag yourself amt
your
Thave plow nag here" said the General
very coolly, "that am sure can run away
from that thing Of yours"
"Thingp halloed Job; "why, you make
me feel q sort of wolfy, and I've good
mind to go my whole lot again any thing
you can parade in the whole South"
81 would not spoil q good mind then,"
quoth the General. "But l suppose you
are afraid to run, as your father has forbid
it,
~ don't care solitary flint what daddy
says when my Irish is up" exclaimed Job
Indignantly. "Bring out your nag and let's
see it."
The General gave the order, and as Job
expected, the sorrel mare (onoe Joe Miller's)
was brought forward.
While Job examined, his adversary en-
deavored all he could to fret him by dis
praising his horse, and Job appeared worked
up to fever heat
To cut short the story, the drove was
staked against twenty-five hundred dollars
in check upon the C--bank, and the
company adjourned to the Generals track
to see the race. On the way, Job stopped
short, and facing the General, asked very
earnestly:
"Now, you're sure that amt Joe Miller's
nag? My mind sort O misgives me, Gaze,
from what I've heard, they sort o favor
like"
'D--H yOuE JUG hllllSI, duu ulo buS
also !" replied the General, "the mare is
mine, 1 tell you"
This appeared satisfactory.
Ihave given you the Generals description
| Of Jobs running horse-done to fret him.
| 1t was by no means a correct one. Lazy
| Sam was well-made pony of the Printer
stock, but was of mild sleepy, sluggish
disposition, until his metal was reused. He
generally went with his eye half shut and
his head dropping at an angle of forty-fve
degrees When the General viewed him he
was in this condition.
The horses were in the Generals stable,
and the check for two thousand five hundred
dollars was in the hands of gentleman
present. The General had no doubt
about keeping all Jobs fine horses,
and sending him home on his ten toes
Lazy Sam was led along by Jobs boy
as sleepy as usual. The prelimiRaries
were adjusted, and riders mounted.-
AS Job threw Jim on Lazy Sam, he sprang
all fours off the ground and his dull, sleepy
look was changed into wild, almost devil
ish expression.
He looked as Job did when he "cor-
vortedp
The General lost his mahogany color, and
looked pale, but he said nothing.
Lazy Sam won the race by thirty feet,
and job cool as cucumber, put the twenty
fve-hundred-d check in his greasy
pocket-book.
A subdued laugh went the round of the
company, while the General tried hard
to bottle his wrath, when Job offered to
double the stake for another race, providing
it " wasn't against Joe Miller's nag" The
General couldn't see it, however, as he dis
covered that he had been badly sold so
Job soon up stakes and made for other
parts, with $4,000 in hand as part ex-
penses for the journey.