JACKS, JENNETS AND MULES 4I 



name of each card. So you may know what I think 

 of them! 



I have made quite a digression from my trip to 

 IlHnois. I think I left off at a fair ground where I 

 put Brown Pilott in a race. It has been about thirty- 

 six years since and I have forgotten the name of the 

 place. We won the race and made some sales and 

 went to a place called Salem. There I found a farmer 

 that offered me ten two-year-old mules for a four- 

 year-old jack I had raised, fifteen hands high, and 

 was one of the best that I had in my drove when I 

 started from home with twenty-five head of jacks and 

 the same number of jennets. I had bred a number 

 of my jennets to this jack (Harry of the West). I 

 did not want to dispose of him until I had sold my 

 jennets, for I wanted those who would buy the jennets 

 to know what a fine jack they had been bred to. I 

 made a trade with the farmer at Salem with this 

 proviso: That if, when I had disposed of all of my 

 jennets, I did not have an opportunity of selling him 

 for money, or swapping him for better matured stock, 

 I would make the trade with the first offer of ten 

 two-year-old mules. 



We then traveled west and located in Bond County, 

 Illinois, where we pretty well closed out all of our 

 jennets; had sold and bartered until we were about 

 ready to start home. We sold to a firm in Mulberry 

 Grove three thousand dollars' worth of jacks and jen- 

 nets. We left the grove for Vandalia and stopped 

 to lay in our supplies to last us home, and while there 

 saw two gentlemen who wanted our jack, Harry of 

 the West. They stated they had one hundred and 

 fifty mules and would give me nine three-year-olds 



