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Horse." After a little further argument 

 or altercation, our friend Day interfered, 

 and proposed our shaking hands and 

 drowning all animosity in a bottle of the 

 best his cellar could afford. This was 

 speedily put on the table, and on the 

 angry Boniface had the desired effect. 



But this comic interlude preceded a 

 very serious afterpiece. 

 , At one of these fairs Stow in the 

 Wold in Gloucestershire, our time grow- 

 ing very short, I was induced to buy a 

 mare, at rather an inferior price, of a 

 man whom I knew to be as big a 

 scoundrel as the fraternity could produce, 

 but I did not at all suspect the piece of 

 villany that had been practised on me. 

 Arrived within nine miles of home, the 

 mare shewed some very suspicious symp- 

 toms so much so, that I dare not send 

 her into the dockyard, as all horses had 

 to pass the inspection of a man ap- 



