The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1899-08-14
Long Islanders the WittieSt and
Widest of Horse Traders.
MAN OF SHREWD Tricks
MR.. BINKS GETS WELL RID OF
AN OLD HACK.
Uncle Jonas Wells, Who SeemedUn-
beatable, Buys a Blind Mare and
Regains His Eighty Dollars On
Mighty Close Squeeze-Some Good
Stories.
CRrooklYn EagleO


There amt but one principle to
work by when you're swapping horses, -
said a Sea Cliff man, who is an
acknowledged authority in that line,
AN that is to come out with the other
fellows boss and the value of your
own animal to boot. Nacherally, he
went on, as he rehectively cnewed a
straw, somebody gifts stuck, il man
it's the other chap. Sometimes ne
squeals, but more commonly a fellow
that gets bitten trading bosses keeps
quiet and lays for a chance to get even
onto some other sucker.
Il amt been doing much in that line
myself recently. Once in a while l get
hold of a boss that amt wuth his
keep. an then 1 hustle round TO see
that he doesn't die on my hands. and
cost me the price of his burial. | had
one o. that stamp a while back. You
would take him out sometimes and he d
go along all right a spell. and then
down he'd drop, an there want no
such thing as his getting up his self
either. All the time he was in the
stable l KEEP him in sings 10 keep
him up, an 1 was skeered to death that
the old skate would die before l would
get rid of him. One day along came
fellow L know and asked me what I'd
take for the boss L don't want to SELL
said, but I'll trade, if you like. We
dickered a lot, and fin'ly the chap goes
home, gets his boss, brings it TO me,
an goes back with mine. Twasn't long
before he was back.
That boss is down an l can't get
him up he said. That amt none o.
The Teller whined and cried, an tired
TO swap back. but although l felt
pretty sorry for him 1 warn't sorry
enough to let go the boss l haG- An
finally he went off. Then tackled MS
boss Talk about a job. He was that
dirty an full of varmin l had TO soak
him with kerosene from his forelock
TO his hoofs an scrub him till my
arms were stiff. He was a bucksk:n
horse when began on him, an he was
a sorrel when l closed the job.
hadn't any more than gotten him clean
when along comes the fellows pop
Say, Hen he says, that boss our
Jack snapped with you wasn't his TO
swap. He's my boss You're liar,
1 said He's my boss. an I've had
trouble enough with him to earn him
three times over He gave me "a Dit o
back talk but fin'llv off he went.
Two or three days went by. aIg one
day a chap from the back road came
to see me. Look, Hen he says.
heard tell Jack Smith snapped bosses
with you. That wasn't his boss; twas
mine. and / want it.. I guess you
forgit,' l said. scornful like; What
color of a boss was yoursg Twas
buckskin boss, he said. Then l took
him into the stable and showed him
the boss. BY George he said, looking
him over. .'tan't my boss after all.
Mine was a buckskin an this s
sorrel. Good day"
A Hack Swaped For Horse.
IF old Triptolemus Binks was here"
said an old Glen Cover, he could tell
enough yarns bout bosses to fill a
book. Trip, as they called him, was
hackman. He had three sons-Lamar-
tine. Vespelindown and Montague No
body knew where he got such fine
names. maybe he invented them. for he
was bit of a genius in that line. but
YOU never knew what Trip could do till
you'd been in a boss trade with him,
an having learned that far. you was
most generally satisfied, 'thout trying
TO get to know any more. Trips dead
this twenty year, an II he went to that
place where wings is the only means of
I'll bet a dollar he has the
best pair going, an collection o sec
ond-hand harps and crowns he's got in
trade as we'll
81 don't just rightly remember. but |
one story about Trips swapping abili-
ties, an it warn't so much boss swap
was a bit of a genius. an one winter,
when business was slack. Trip an his |
son Montague thought they'd build a !