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THR WRONG MAN. ‘ press "pon your understandin’. Whoa, now, I tell ye Whoa!” | “ He is in a quarrel with your horse,” said Hugh Overton. “T suppose so,” replied Sedley, impatiently ; and he was gn the point of hurrying off to the barn to quell the tumult, __ when the horse leaped into sight, with the grinning, bare- d3 headed negro upon his back. | “What have you been doing?” demanded Sedley, as the i boy circled the animal around in true horsemanlike style, i before bringing him to a halt. { | “ Been teaching ob dis brute manners to his s’periors.” i “ What has he been doing ?” | . “Chawed my hat up, dod blast him! He ain’t no better nor a nigger.” ' Neither tht old man nor Overton could restrain a smile at | the anger of the negro. “ How came he to do it, Cato?” asked the horseman. “TJ was flourishing around ob him, when I s’pose I hap pens to come too close, when he grabs my hat and goes to .chawin’ ob it up.” . “You ought to have snatched it out of his mouth.” “ Did try to, but de nigger tried to chaw my hand up.” : “ He didn’t swallow your hat, did he?’ asked Mr. Sedley. | “ Reckon he did, but dis nigga cac’lates he didn’t hold him | down long. No, sah! yah! yah! yah! twan’t long afore de hat come up. agin !” “Why haven’t you it on?’ asked the horseman, who seemed disposed to keep up the conversation while Mr. Sed- fey was securing the saddle-girths, and assuring himself that the head-gear was all right. “J Jaid him out in de sun to git dry while I wallops de ole brute. De hat will be as good as ebber bimeby. Reckon dat hoss won't swaller it agin berry soon.” “ There is no occasion for further delay, I believe,” said at Mr. Sedley, vaulting into the saddle as lightly as if he were _ but a mere boy. “Cato, remember to stay about the house | | until I return. I do not think we shall be gone a great while.” They were about to start, when Lucy appeared at ‘he mh Tcomicbookstcom 1 . ‘ — ae 4 ———SE——< — =