The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1870-10-14
Artfulness If Mr.. Watson.

The Bonner of ShermantOWn, very
diSsipated and unhOly mining settlement
near White Pine, Nebraska Territory. is
Mr.. Watson, whom his bosom friends
know by the graceful pet name of Buck
skin,' and whose taste in horsefiesh is at
once the admiration and envy of all his
most uprOariouS associates. BY reason
of the European war, or some other in
ternational disturbance of credit, Mr..
WatsOn's bank account has not always
been favorable to such eXtravagance in
Hamblttonians and revenues as that gen
tleman's fastidious equine nature habit-
ually yearns for; but some weeks ago, a
happy combination of right and left bow
er endowed him with a few hundred dol
lars, and he forthwith purchased a Ger
tain little bay mare lately from abroad,
and assumed an air of superiority that
was an outrage upon every horsepower
in town. The keenest of Jockeys, no less
than the most sensible of men, are sub
jected to curious equine infatuatiOnS at
times, and Mr.. WatsOn's turn came when
he had secured this little bay mare. He
believed that she could trot mile in GER
tain incredible time; he gathered tOgeth-
er all his worldly property for magnfti-
Gently reckless wager upon it; and his
friends could no longer blind themselves
to the fact that the time for his " clean
ing out " hadscertainly arrived. ss
y certain gaunt and swift gray horse
of Superlative uglineSs and bottom, was
obtained from White Pine to pit against
the bay, and a select ring of the most re-
spectacle gamesters of Shermantown
concocted a subtle plot for what they
felicito sly called . raking Buckskin's
little pile To assure the sOundness OF
their friendly speculation, these saga
cious gentlenIen went Quietly to Mr..
WatsOn's stable one moonlight night,
IaaIinrr
thence to the .raco-track, obliged lIcr to
show her speed against the graya Alas
for the vanity Of human Judgment! tl4at
raw-bOnea monster of celebrity trotted
away from her like Dexter from MOun-
tain Boy, and she was Stealthily returned
to her stall, with the contempt ever felt
for any kind Of failure by noble minds.
Now, according to the very admirable
Drinci pies of the turI, everything was
ready for a formal match with the lInsus-
pecting Buekskin Watson, and that gen
tleman was duly dared and abused into
making race between his little bay and
the gray,
The day Of the great event brought all
| Shermantown 30 the track, and the sport
| ing Excitement ran high. 1t was exceed
] ingly curious to observe, however, that
| every body was wild to wager heavily
| upon the gray, While none bet upon tho
| bay but her infatuated OwEer. He, in.
! nocent man, took bets of every thing
| even watches, TevolYers, and breast-pins
i with an apparent plentitude of cash mag
ical to behold. The race ensued. aud III
! it the gallant gray surpassed his every
| previous effort, and made far better timI
| than on the moonlight night of the frs
contest. This was immensely satisfac
1 tory to his hackers, Of course, but not 81
satisfactory as it would have been haC
/ the gray won the race. The beast, des
! pite his splendid points" was actually
distanced in the very first heat by tn
little bay mare.
Tremendous was the sensation at tbi
| incredible result, and dense the confusion
OF the numerous knowing ones by who's
contributions the simple, unaffected Nj
| Buckskin Watson became quite a ROths
child. As he took the spOils from hi
friends, Mr.. Watson begged that the,
would excuse him for being so artful a
to let them take out the little bay mar
and try her on that beautiful moOnligh
night, when they thought him asleeI
Because, you see, chaps" he observed
Pocketing a brotheF-in-law's watch wit
marked emotion, ''that ar pesky littl
bay mare is IS stonCs5iind by mOOnligh
as an owl at nOondaYr'