Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1889-07-27
WORKING A HOO.
How a Trio of Sharpers Skinned
the Dignitarles of Rural Town.

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How Trio of Sharpers Skinned
the Dignitarles OF Rural Town.
When entered the village, situated
among the hills of New York, at ten
O'clock In the morning, all was peace
ful and serene, and the pocket Of every
man who walked the streets had chinlS
in it, writes a New York Sun CORE
spondent. When left, at four p. m.
an excited mob had possession OF the
main street and 'eyery other man was
dead broke.
About noon a man arrived from the
north in buggy. He said he was a
droyer, and looking for hogs. He
bought half dozen before he ate din
ner, and it was aston ishing how close
ly 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 at
traction for crowd Of idlers. and the
general verdict was that the droyer
was as sharp as a BARRIERS razor.
Soon after dinner a farmer looking
boy drove hog into town, and staked
him out in front Of the tavern. As he
wanted TO sell and the droyer wanted
TO buy, they soon came together
might take him on a pinch, but
he's only nubbins. said the drover,
as he sized the porker up.
'tNubbinsi Why, that pig goes
over POO pounds!" exclaimed the
owner.
Cant stuff me, boy. I've been in
the business twenty years.
mo one wants TO stuff. That ere
hog goes to 2i0.''
'.He does, Ell? Wish your father
had come in. Tide like TO have made
bet with him. Boy, you ought IL
have better judgment. That hog won't
pull down $50 -
Guess you are of, too remarked
stranger who had quietly driven NJ
in a buggy. "I'ye raised hogs all ms
life, and that boy hain't five pounds out
Of his guess
"Ain't he? Raised hogs, have youi
Ever raise any money!"
"A little
Perhaps you'd like to bet on tina
hog?"
Perhaps"
200?
II -fifty-a hundredi"
Then let's chalk. Anybody car
blow"
II was chance 10 make a dollar,
and the citizens improved it, The mar
in the buggy was an accommodating
chap, and somehow or other the farmer
boy managed to fish up about a hun,
dred dollars from the hind pocket o.
his overalls. The citizens stuck bv the
droyer. having abundant proofs OF his
judgment, and when every man in that
town who had loose dollar or could
borrow one had made his bet the
hog was driven TO the scales and
weighed.
.'Gentlemen, said the drover jus'
before weighing, II was never deceiy
ed in my life. This hog won't go to l9G
pounds
I'm take even bets that he goes
over 200,' replied the man in the
buggy.
This bluff raked out the last nickel
In the crowd. and the hog was driver
upon the scales. The record was 2Il
pounds. He was weighed and re.
weighed but the figures stood.
"Wel, it's my. first error ia a hog. :
said the drover. and all bets were al
once handed over. The farmer boy al
once slipped out, the two men drove
of in buggy, and half an hour had
elapsed before a church deacon who
had laid his ten with the droyer and
iaEf stlddanlv dariarpd fhat IL .uac a
put-up job TO skin the town.
'.Durn my buttons If il hain't,m yell.
ed two hundred men in a chorus, but
IL was too late. The town had been
skinned, and the trio escaped. All the
mob could do was to turn loose and
wreck an old vinegar factory and pass
n resolution TO the effect that liberty
was sham and delusion.