At some bush races in Northern Queensland, a capital fellow was, by common consent, appointed to the responsible position of judge. tie mixed his liquors pretty freely, and towards the afternoon he was the enemy of no man. The last race of the day was a match between a black horse and a grey. They changed positions several times in the run in, and the finish looked like a dead heit. There was a general rush for the decision of the judge, who stood calmly steadying himself by a friendly post. " Well," cried the excited crowd. " Which was it ? Was it the black ? Was it the grey!" " You're all wrong," said the judge, in the most judicial manner. " T'was neither one nor t'other; Mia winner was a blessed piebald!"
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Cromwell Argus, Volume XII, Issue 587, 8 February 1881, Page 6
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129Page 6 Advertisements Column 1 Cromwell Argus, Volume XII, Issue 587, 8 February 1881, Page 6
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