Mountain Home bulletin. (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1888-1889, 1889-04-13
PeDDLERS' VICTIMS.
In This One Instance. However. the PED
dter Was the Victim.


He was hustler from Hustletown,
and he had line Of horse remedies to
sell He talked horse and horse medi-
cines and patent bits and checks with
out success in Bowenville depot until
the Providence train came along. and
then he went along with the crowd
into the smoker. In the scramble for
IA seat he became detached from the
group TO which he had been discours-
ing in the waiting-room, and sat rather
disconsolately in IA corner of the car,
until traveller who got on at Swauzey
Station took a vacant seat just in front
of him. The newcomer was farmer
from the toes Of his cowhide boots to
the top Of his antiquated felt hat.
"Ah." said the man with the Elixir
of Horse Life, ''he's my meat" and
tapping the farmer upon the shoul-
der, he smiled bewitching smile
and began off-hand to discourse upon
the remarkable weather, and incident
ally touched upon the effect OF the
weather on horses and live stock in
general The old man nodded his
head from time to time, smiled back
good-naturedly upon the voluble con-
versationalist, but uttered no word.
Sufficiently encouraged, the medicine
man launched forth into a descriptive
treatise on the various diseases of cat
tie. the old man nodding his head gen.
tly, peculiar smile upon his face.
| while the passengers in the vicinity
stopped their private conversation to
listen to the learned man. When he
thought he had his victim worked up
to the proper pitch, the peddler un-
strapped his bag and brought out
a bottle of horse collie cure
Tlse old man shook his head, although
the vcnder almost swore it wOul(
bring Il dead horse back to life. Put
ting up the collie cure he unwrapped ,
box OF hoof ointment, and notwith
standing the assurance that by its ait
the hoofs would positively last Longer
than the horse, and that, although he
did not warrant it to make hair grow
a man out West who had accidental
rubbed some Of the ointment against /;
hitching post in front of his house
found a fine gray horse there the mex
morning. and has the horse to this day
having refused an offer of seven hun
dred and seventy-five dollars for it. tn
old man steadily shook his head an
smiled his peculiar sslile. The pas
sengers were all thoroughly interests
by this time, and the horse-cure ma
evidently thought his reputation as
salesman was at stake, for h
hauled out bottle after bottle an
box after box, vainly pleadin
with the old man to buy any of ther
at his own price. The train was slow
ing up at Warren, and the farmer hl
gathered his coat about him, prepal
ing to depart, when the peddler, in
fit of desperation. thrust out IA big bo
tie of collie cure and shouted; Her,
I'll give it to you" The old ma
smiled again, the same sweet, bene,
olent smile, and taking pad and per
Gil from his pocket wrote somethin
on it, handed the paper to the peddlc
, and walked quietly out of the ca
The peddler stared moment at tn
! writing and dropped back in his sea
, while the slip Of paper huttered to IL
floor An inquisitive passenger picke
1t up. On it was scrawlingly writer
81 am deaf n-Providence Journal.