NOT A BUYER. They say when a man goes to selling horses he can no longer be honest, at least in respect to horses, and lyet "they say" may be mistaken. At least it occurred, to me so, one day, as, riding, along a road, I met a man on horseback. "Want to buy a horse ?" he in:|Uired. "What do voir want for him'?" said I. "Thirty pounds," said he. "What will you take for him ?' said I. "Twenty pounds."- said he. "What did you give for him?" said I. "Ten pounds," said he. "What is he worth ?" said I. "A fiver," said he. "I reckon you don't want to buy a horse, mister," and he rode into the yard of a big establishment I could see through the trees. "What's that building ?" I asked of a man a hundred yards, farther on. "Limatic asylum," he replied, curtly, and I steered in the other direction.
Fred : ' 'My dear Bora, let this thought'console you for your lover's death. Remember that other and better men than he have gone the same way." Bereaved- One : ''They haven't all gone, have they ?" ■ ~
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King Country Chronicle, Volume IX, Issue 804, 11 September 1915, Page 3
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