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I confessed to him I had only this small amount with me. 

 His sympathetic nature seemed to have been touched at my 

 candid statement, as we came to where our roads separated 

 (mine to Jarrett's bridge on the Tugalo river, and his to Pul- 

 liam's ferry), he turned his benignant countenance on me and 

 said: "Young man, I see you want my critter, and you ought 

 to have her, I have taken a liking to you, give me the ten dol- 

 lars and take her. We both lit and changed saddles, shook 

 hands, remounted, and parted to meet no more on this 

 chequered earth. I got to Jarrett's that night, but thought it 

 prudent to get another horse to make the trip to Dahlonega, 

 and on my return mounted the old mare once more. After 

 a most patient ride, I reached home just as the sun was sinking 

 into a molten sea of golden glory, which I construed into a 

 good omen, as it indicated I had made a golden, glorious 

 trade. My father met me at the door, and in some surprise 

 asked me what had become of Francis ? I told him I had traded 

 the filly off ! I told him in glowing terms of the good luck that 

 had befallen me, of the splendid trade I had made. I expa- 

 tiated to my astonished parent on the pointed ears, the wide 

 nostrils, the symetrical limbs, the royal blood, the foal, the 

 intelligent color — caught my breath and was about to take a 

 new start — when my father exclaimed "fiddle sticks". I told 

 him that I was not at all surprised at his hastily formed opin- 

 ion; that more experienced heads than his had been deceived 

 by appearances; told him how the stranger had taken a liking 

 tome, when my parent cried out, "the devil he did." I ^vas 

 a-bout to take a fresh start, when my father shouted out at me 

 " hush; " and not exactly liking the cut of his eye, I hushed. He 

 called up my old friend, black Dan (my former colleague in 

 the pewter buckle mould business) and ordered him to take 



