instance, dey’s a young nigger gwine ter school in town, en he come out heah de yuther day en ‘lowed dat de sun stood still en de yeath turnt roun’ eve’y day on a kinder axletree.  I tol’ dat young nigger ef he didn’ take hisse’f ’way wid dem lies, I ’d take a buggy-trace ter ’im; fer I sees de yeath stan’in’ still all de time, en I sees de sun gwine roun’ it, en ef a man can’t b’lieve w’at ’e sees, I can’t see no use in libbin’—­mought’s well die en be whar we can’t see nuffin.  En ernudder thing w’at proves de tale ‘bout dis ole Primus is de way he goes on ef anybody ax’ him how he come by dat club-foot.  I axed ’im one day, mighty perlite en civil, en he call’ me 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’rmeetin’ 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 harm 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 time I was not a very good judge of horseflesh.  The horse appeared sound and gentle, and, as the owner assured me, had no bad habits.  The man wanted a large price for the horse, but finally agreed to accept a much smaller sum, upon payment of which I became possessed of a very fine-looking animal.  But alas for the deceitfulness of appearances!  I soon ascertained that the horse was blind in one eye, and that the sight of the other was very defective; and not a month elapsed before my purchase developed most of the diseases that horse-flesh is heir to, and a more worthless, broken-winded, spavined quadruped never disgraced the noble name of horse.  After worrying through two or three months of life, he expired one night in a fit of the colic.  I replaced him with a mule, and Julius henceforth had to take his chances of driving some metamorphosed unfortunate.

Circumstances that afterwards came to my knowledge created in my mind a strong suspicion that Julius may have played a more than unconscious part in this transaction.  Among other significant facts was his appearance, the Sunday following the purchase of the horse, in a new suit of store clothes, which I had seen displayed in the window of Mr. Solomon Cohen’s store on my last visit to town, and had remarked on account of their striking originality of cut and pattern.  As I had not recently paid Julius any money, and as he had no property to mortgage, I was driven to conjecture to account for his possession of the means to buy the clothes.  Of course I would not charge him with duplicity unless I could prove it, at least to a moral certainty, but for a long time afterwards I took his advice only in small doses and with great discrimination.