HINDRANCES AND HELPS. 263 



" They're gittin' a fancy for bigger bosses." 



Silence. 



" Put that pony to a heavy cart, and he wouldn't 

 do nothin'." 



" You are mistaken ; he's a capital cart-horse." 



" Well, I don't say but what he'd be handy with 

 a lightish load. Don't call him spavined, do ye ? " 



" No, perfectly sound." 



" That looks kinder like a spavin " rubbing his 

 off hind leg. 



" An't much of a hoss doctor, be ye ? " 



" Not much." 



" Don't kick, dooz he ? " 



No." 



" Them little Kanucks is apt to kick." 



Silence, and an impatient movement, which I 

 work off by pulling out my watch. 



" What time o' day 's got to be ? " 



" Eleven." 



" Thunder ! I must be a goin' ; should like to 

 trade, Squire, but I guess we can't agree. I s'pose 

 you'd be askin' as much as sixty or seventy dol- 

 lars for that are hoss wouldn't ye ? " 



" A hundred dollars is the price, and I gave fifty 

 more." 



" Don't say ! Gave a thundering sight too much. 

 Squire." 



