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The Conjurer's Revenge  129

by dat club-foot. I axed 'im one day, mighty perlite en civil, en he call' em a' ole fool, en got so mad he ain' spoke ter me sence. Hit's monst'us quare. But dis is a quare worl', anyway yer kin fix it," concluded the old man, with a weary sigh.
"Ef you makes up yo' min' not ter buy dat mule, suh," he added, as he rose to go, "I knows a man w'at's got a good hoss he wants ter sell,- leas'ways dat's w'at I heared. I'm gwine ter pra'remeetin' ter-night, en I'm gwine right by de man's house, en ef you'd lack ter look at de hoss, I'll ax'im ter fetch him roun'." 
"Oh, yes," I said, "you can ask him to stop in, if he is passing. There will be no harn in looking at the horse, though I rather think I shall buy a mule."
Early next morning the man brought the horse up to the vineyard. At that