The Cass County Republican. [volume] (Dowagiac, Mich.) 18??-1880, 1876-07-06
she Mexican Plugv that Mark
Twain Bought.

bought the horse at auction; they
called it Mexican plug." did
not know what that was, but suppos-
ed twas all right. The brother-in-
law of tho auctioneer took me one
side and said:
"Now could cheat you, but /
won't; / see you are stranger. Now
that horre is genuine Mexican
plug aud besides, he can outbuck
anything in the country"
/ did not know what "bucking"
was, but l wanted horse that could
excel in something, SO / bought him.
The next afternoon / thought l
would ride him, SO l brought him
out, and the two men held his head.
and another man held him down to
the ground by his tail, and / noun
ted. and just as soon as they let 60,
chat horse brought all his feet togeth-
in bunch and lowered his back, aud
then suddenly elevated it, throwing
me some feet into the air.
1 vert straight up and came
straight down and lit in the saddle,
and up l went again and still again.
This time | lit on the neck of the
animal and hung fast.
Then he rose on his hind feet, and
went through with all the gymnastic
performances he knew of, and finally
ended by throwing me up again, and
while in the air / heard some one
say;
"Ah, how he bneks!'
So that was "bucking"
Before | got down some one hit
that horse, and when got down he
was not there. Plenty ot friends
gathered lound to offer me sympathy
they always do when you want to
be alone. 49,
l wanted to sit down, and / did sit
down, and [ was so sore, aud bruised
and shaken, ! put one hand on my
head, the other on my stomach, and
if | had sixteen hands / could have
found places for them. One friend
said:
"Why, you might have known he
was nothing but Mexican ping"
Yes, I did know it.
And another:
"Why, you could see that the ami
NAL bucked."
Yes, that was what | bought him
for.
DIDN'T WANT THE 'SCRIPTIoN.-
He was an old man, and he had a
bit of conductors pasteboard stuck
in his hat. He walked into the drug
store, and inquired: "Have you got
any good whisky"
eyes, sir,n replied the gentlemanly
druggist.
"Gimme half pint"
"Havc you got doctors prescrip-
,ion?"
"No."
"Can't sell it then, sir. Jury in ses-
sion; must be strict"
"Where can / get doctor?" sadly
inquired the aged inebriate.
"Tm a physician, sir" winningly re-
sponded the druggist.
"Can't you give me that-what you
call it, 'scription?" &
"Well, might" And the doctor
wrote out prescriptions blank, call
ing for so many ounces of spiritus
furmenti. lie filled snug looking
bottle with the article, pasted label
| on it, numbered to correspond with
the paper, and presenting the bottle
to the venerable royster, remarked,
in the most business-like way imagin-
able: "a dollar and half sir"
"a dollar aud half" gasped bis
astonished customer. Amt that
pretty high, mister?"
"It's our price-a dollar for the
prescription and fifty cents for the
medicine"
"Yes, well," slowly replied the
wicked old duffer, as he slowly but
toned up the halfpint in his overcoat
pocket; II guess, boss, that l don't
want the 'scription. Here's your
half dollar" and he stuck his tongue
in one side Of his mouth, winked
ironically at him of the mortar and
pestle, and walked out. If you ever
have occasion to buy physic at that
drug store, be sure you don't men.
ition this story. II You do, you die.
There is to be carrier-pigeon race
on the Fourth of July between the
New York, Philadelphia and Balti.
imore fanciers for $500. the pigeon
flying 400 miles in the quickest time
to win the money. A new way of
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