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Harlequin jackanapes that tumble about a fair, 

 converting their arms into legs, and walking on 

 their hands, nobody knows how. 



Half a score of similar misfortunes at length 

 satisfied me, that gentlemen-dealers are little better 

 than arrant knaves, and I turned my attention 

 elsewhere. I rambled as chance led me into a 

 dealer's stables. Twenty horses were at my service 

 in a moment. One was a noble animal. " Will 

 you see him out, Sir?" " By all means;" and 

 after due preparation he was trotted out in style. 

 His paces were good ; his legs were clean : I tried 

 him by the usual tests, and could find no fault. 

 " Put the saddle on, Tom ; the gemman will try 

 him." I declined the trial, for it was clear fi-om 

 the sweat remaining on his withers that he had 



