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handy spot fur the feelin'. Well, we got 

 down to York, and one day while he was 

 a-waitin' I come to a hoss-car track in the 

 road, and bein' kinder curis, I follered it 

 up and bimeby I come to a big stable and 

 the gol dumbedest pile of horses that ever 

 you seen. Bimeby they onhitched a hoss 

 that come in kinder lame and dumpish, 

 and the hoss doctor he looked him over 

 and he says to the boss, says he : 



" ' Sudden attack of spilin'-men-an- 

 cheat-us. Hoss busted,' says he. 



" Then they went away, and I histed 

 up that hoss's off hind leg and I seen that 

 ere spilin'-cheat-us lodged in under the 

 shoe, and it wa'n't no bigger 'n a robin's 

 egg. I did n't pry it out just then, but I 

 kinder waited round, and bimeby I went 

 up to the boss and I says : 



11 ' What '11 you take fer that hoss ? ' 



" ' Take fifty,' says he, thinkin' he was 

 cheatin' me. 



" Them city fellers '11 cheat you quick- 

 er 'n a wink. Nothin' agin you fellers, 

 'cause you aint thar now. 



" ' Give you five,' says I, 



