A CINCINNATI HORSE AUCTION.

Globe, Volume XXII, Issue 1943, 17 May 1880, Page 3

A CINCINNATI HORSE AUCTION.

“ Here, gentlemen,” said the auctioneer, " is a horse”— Bystander—Glad you told us it was a horse, or we might have takon it for a sheep. Auctioneer —That wouldn’t be so very strange if it had your head on. You see before you, gentlemen, a family horse. Bystander—He got those bunches on his knees from kneeling down at family prayers, didn’t he ? Auctioneer —You’ll never have any bunches on your knees on that account. A horse, gentlemen, that any family might well be proud of. Look what an eye he has. Bystander—What has become of the other eye ? Auctioneer —Gone to look after another such fool as you are. Like old dog Tray, so touchingly described by tho sweet singer of Michigan (singing) “He’s gentle and he’s kind” — Bystander—The kind. Auctioneer — “You’ll never, never find”— Bystander—Ho would be fined by any court in Christendom for spring halterations, and interfering generally. Auctioneer — “ A better horso than this old gray. Old gray horso is ever faithful,” &o. But we cannot waste our time on poetry, although the noble steed before you is the very poetry of motion. How much for him ? What do I hear ? Bystander—Nothing, if you can’thear more than he does. Auctioneer—Among horses, gentlemen, this is the very neplus ultra — Bystander Knock-kneo-plus ultar, you mean. Auctioneer—And the sine qua non— Bystander —Compos mentis. Auctioneer —The ridges you see running down his eyes, gentlemen, are not an indication of a want of flesh; they are simply a wise provision of Providence for carrying off the rain water ? Bystander—What’s the matter with his tail ? Auctioneer —He was formerly owned by a violin manufacturer, and he pulled out all the hairs for fiddle bows. What do I hear ? But we had heard enough to satisfy us that our friend was right, and that it was absurd to squander money on shows as long as these horse auctions are kept up to their present high standard.