262 MY FARM. 



The idea struck me as novel ; but upon reflection 

 I am inclined to think it was well based. As I said, 

 often as possible, I accomplish this business by 

 proxy; and, in consequence, have made seme bad 

 debts by proxy. But proxy is not always available. 

 There are customers who insist upon chaffering with 

 the boss. Such an one has dropped in, on a morn 

 ing in which you happen to be deeply engaged. He 

 wishes to take a look at a horse, which he has 

 seen advertised for sale. The stable is free to his 

 observation, and the attentive Pat is at hand; but 

 the customer wants a talk with the Squire. 



It is a staunch Canadian horse, for which you 

 have no further use. You paid for him, six months 

 gone, a hundred and fifty dollars, and you now name 

 a hundred dollars as his price. I never yet met a 

 man who sold a horse for as much as he gave unless 

 he were a jockey ; I never expect to. 



&quot; Mornin , Squire.&quot; 



&quot; Good morning.&quot; 



O 



&quot; Bin a lookin at y er hoss.&quot; 

 &quot; Ah ! &quot; 



&quot; Middlin lump of a hoss.&quot; 

 &quot; Yes, a nice horse.&quot; 



&quot; D n know as you know it, but sich bosses an 1 ! 

 BO salable as they was a spell back.&quot; 

 &quot; Ah ! &quot; 



