Did ever I tell you the story of the "Elder and the grave-digger ?" "Never," I replied; "but here we are at our lodgings.

Come in, and tell it to me." "Well," said he, "I must have a glass of mint julip fust, to wash down that ere disappointment about the mare.

It was a dreadful go that.

I jist lost a thousand dollars by it, as slick as grease.

But it's an excitin' thing is a trottin' race, too.