. I have got a car, that is as light
as whalebone, and I'll bet to do it with wheels and drive myself. I'll
go in up to the handle, on Old Clay. I have a hundred thousand dollars
of hard cash made in the colonies, I'll go half of it on the old hoss,
hang me if I don't, and I'll make him as well knowd to England as he is
to Nova Scotia.

"I'll allow him to be beat at fust, so as to lead 'em on, and Clay is
as cunnin' as a coon too, if he don't get the word g'lang (go along)
and the Indgian skelpin' yell with it, he knows I ain't in airnest, and
he'll allow me to beat him and bully him like nothin'. He'll pretend to
do his best, and sputter away like a hen scratchin' gravel, but he won't
go one mossel faster, for he knows I never lick a free hoss.

"Won't it be beautiful? How they'll all larf and crow, when they see me
a thrashin' away at the hoss, and then him goin' slower, the faster I
thrash, and me a threatenin' to shoot the brute, and a talkin' at the
tip eend of my tongue like a ravin' distracted bed bug, and offerin'
to back him agin, if they dare, and planken down the pewter all round,
takin' every one up that will go the figur', till I raise the bets to
the tune of fifty thousand dollars. When I get that far, they may
stop their larfin' till next time, I guess. That's the turn of the
fever--that's the crisis--that's my time to larf then.

"I'll mount the car then, take the bits of list up, put 'em into right
shape, talk a little Connecticut Yankee to the old hoss, to set his
ebenezer up, and make him rise inwardly, and then give the yell," (which
he uttered in his excitement in earnest; and a most diabolical one it
was. It pierced me through and through, and curdled my very blood, it
was the death shout of a savage.) "G'lang you skunk, and turn out your
toes pretty," said he, and he again repeated this long protracted,
shrill, infernal yell, a second time.

Every eye was instantly turned upon us. Even Tattersall suspended his
"he is five years old--a good hack--and is to be sold," to give time for
the general exclamation of surprise. "Who the devil is that? Is he
mad? Where did _he_ come from? Does any body know him? He is a devilish
keen-lookin' fellow that; what an eye he has! He looks like a Yankee,
that fellow."

"He's been here, your honour, several days, examines every thing and
says nothing; looks like a knowing one, your honour. He handles a hoss
as if he'd seen one afore to-day, Sir."

"Who is tha