The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1889-05-01
WORKING A HOG.
Two. Men and Roy Put Up a Job aud
sSIsinned the Town."


Skinned the Town"
When entered the village, situated among
the hills of New York, at 10 o'clock in the
morning all was peaceful and serene, and the
pocket Of every man who walked the streets
had chink in it. When I left at p m. an
excited mob had possession of the main
street, and every other man was dead broke
About noon man arrived from the north
in buggy. He said he was a drover and
looking for hogs He bought half a dozen be-
fore he ate dinner, and it was astonishing how
closely. he guessed at their live weight. He
was within two pounds on four of them, and
only half pound more on the others. These
had been an.attraction for a crowd of idlers
and the general verdict was that the drover
was as sharp as q BARRIERS razor. Soon after
dinner farmer looking boy drove a hog into
town, and staked him out in front of the tav-
ern. As he wanted to sell and the drover
wanted to buy, they soon came together.
might take him on pinch, but he's only
nubbins,h ssid the drover as he sized the
porker up.
''Nubbins! Why, that pig goes over 200
poundsln exclajpoad the owner
Can't stuff me, boy. I've been in the
business twenty years.
to 21o,n
"He does, eh2 Wish your father had come
in. I'd like to make bet with him. Boy,
you ought to have better Judgment That
hog won't pull down $780,"
"Guess you are Off, too,n remarked a
stranger who had quietly driven up in q
buggy. 1--WE raised hogs all my life, and
that boy hain't five pounds out of his guess !"
"Ain't hel Raised hogs, have youi Ever
raise any money!"
"a little.n
Perhaps you'd like to bet on that hogY'
Perhaps
"@Iave you got $40 as says he goes 200ln
II have-fifty--a hundredr'
"Then let's chalk. Anybody can blow"
1t was a chance to make a dollar, and the
citizens improved it. The man in the buggy
was an accommodating chap, and somehow
or other the farmer boy managed to fish up
about 500 from the hind pocket Of his over
ais. The citizens stuck by the drover, hav-
ing abundant proofs of his Judgment. and
when every man in that town who had a
loose dollar or could borrow ono had made
his bet the hog was driven to the scales and
weighed.
Gentlemen" said the droyer just before
the weighing, II was never deceived in my
life. This hog won't go to 100 pounds
"I'll take even bets that he goes over 200n
replied tho man in the buggy.
This bluff raked out tho last nickel in the
crowd, and the hog was driven upon the
scales. The record was 211 pounds. He was
weighed and reweighed, but the figures stood.
'Well, it's my first error In hog,n said
the drover, and all bets were at once handed
over. The farmer boy slipped out, the two
men drove off In the buggy, and half an hour
had elapsed before church deacon, who had
laid his ten with the drover and lost, suddenly
declared that it was put up job to skin the
town.
'Durp my buttons il it hain'tr' yelled 200
men in chorus, but it was too late. The town
had been skinned, and the trio. had escaped
All the mob could do was to turn loose and
wreck an old vinegar factory and pass reso-
luton to the effect that liberty was a sham
and n delusion.-New York Sun.