. Wit, humor and pathos . t a span of fast mares in New York thatcan dust anything you see here, except the Commo-dores ! Brother Deems merely dropped his head upon hishands, and drew a sigh which could come only froma crushed and broken heart. 119 THE PIOUS MAN. A pious old Kentucky deacon—Deacon Shelby—?was famous as a shiewd horse dealer. One day farmerJones went over to Bourbon County, taking his blackboy Jim with him, to trade horses with brother a good deal of dickering, they finally made thetrade, and Jim rode the new horse home. Whose horse is that, Jim? asked some of theh
. Wit, humor and pathos . t a span of fast mares in New York thatcan dust anything you see here, except the Commo-dores ! Brother Deems merely dropped his head upon hishands, and drew a sigh which could come only froma crushed and broken heart. 119 THE PIOUS MAN. A pious old Kentucky deacon—Deacon Shelby—?was famous as a shiewd horse dealer. One day farmerJones went over to Bourbon County, taking his blackboy Jim with him, to trade horses with brother a good deal of dickering, they finally made thetrade, and Jim rode the new horse home. Whose horse is that, Jim? asked some of thehorse-trading deacons neighbors as Jim rode past. Massa Joness, sah. What! did Jones trade horses with Deacon Shel-by? Yes, massa dun traded wid de deakin. Goodness, Jim! wasnt your master afraid the dea-con would get the best of him in the trade? Oh no! replied Jim, as his eyes glistened with anew intelligence, Massa knowed how Deakin Shelbyhas dun got kinder pious lately, and he was on hisguard! 120 A •PAY YER FAR! Westward, westward,westward we have beenriding all day over theKansas Pacific. FromKansas City the road runsstraight up the KansasRiver bottom and alongSmoky Hill and the buffalocountry to Denver. On the train are grangers fromCarson and Hugo, and killers and stabbers from WildHorse and Eagle Tail. As we near Salina, Kansas, Conductor Cheeneycomes along to collect the fare. Touching a long-haired miner on the back, he looks down and says,Tickets! Haint got none, says the frontiersman, holdinghis gun with one hand and scowling out from underhis black slouch hat. But you must pay your fare, sir! expostulatedthe conductor. Now jes look a-here, stranger; mebbe youre adoin your duty, but I haint never paid yet goin through this country, and Just then a slouchy old frontiersman, who had beencompelled to pay his fare in a rear car, stepped up infront of the mulish passenger, and pointing a six-shooter at him, said: F 121 122 See here, Long Bill, you je
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