Garry G is one of those curious homogeneous specimens, denominated in vulgar parlance horse jockeys.
Garry has become notorious for his skill and proficiency in the subtle science of getting the best of his antagonist in a horse deal.
The locale of his operations in the good old Dutch city of Schenectady
and vicinity, scores of whose burly farmers can testify to Garry's exceeding ingenuity in palming upon them horses which were to all appearance perfectly sound on the day of barter, but the succeeding morning evinced symptoms of heaves, or something worse.
But he was not always so successful, occasionally catching a tartar.
We are acquainted with a little episode in Mr.
G.'s history, that came near lifting the glory from his laurel covered brow.
It happened thus.
Dan., P., an accommodating adjunct and fellow of the fraternity de vavallos,
got terribly stuck with the finest model of a four-year-old sorrel mare that ever graced the turf.--Being in possession of considerable property, he dared not guarantee her sound, in case a purchaser was obtained.
She had cost the nice little sum of $200, no barter, spondulicks down.
He finally bethought himself of his famous contemporary, Garry G., who had previously assisted him under similar circumstances, and as the city of S. was but three miles off and the darkness of the evening favorable to his purposes, he concluded to hitch up his team and go to the city immediately, leading the mare, in order to fatigue her as little as possible, which being accomplished, he went in pursuit of Garry, who was found without difficulty at the horse-traders' rendezvous, surrounded as usual by a group of his ‘"style of feather."’ Dan stood treat all around and then took Garry one side.
‘"Garry, I want your assistance to get chunk's on one of the handsomest pieces of horse flesh ever buckled to a sulky.
She cost me an even $200, and took in by a greeny at that."’
‘"Well, what is she worth?"’
‘"Not a feed of oats.
I can sell her if I'd guarantee, but that won't do for me, you know."’
‘"I'll tell you what, Dan, if you'll give me a couple of sawbucks.
I'll find you a customer."’
‘"Agreed, providing that I shall not be responsible."’
‘"That's just the thing I'm a-going to fix.--The boys are all anxious for a trade.
You can go in and offer to deal; show your beast, and tell them you will give a written guarantee that she is sound, kind and true; work to any harness, single or double; set her up so steep that none of them will take you up; mostly sell to me, and deliver her in presence of the boys, so that they will think the affair a bank fide.
operation; after that leave the work to me, I'll fetch the money out of her."’
Dan, satisfied with this arrangement, sauntered into the bar room, offered his mare for batter, warranting her perfect in every particular.
All the compatible dealing stock was immediately produced, liberal boat tendered, in exchange; but Dan
would not close.
The most anxious of the party was Fred W., an old stager and rival of Garry's. Fred offered a sound 8-year-old gelding and $100, which he afterwards increased to $125 Dan perempt rily refusing until Garry's offer reached even $200, which he accepted, closed the bargain by exchanging property, treated the company, and retired for the night.
Next morning, between the hours of five and six, Garry was disturbed from his slumber by Fred W., who had come at this early hour to make an offer for the mare ahead of competition.
Garry, nothing loth, dressed himself, and went out to the stable, accompanied by Fred.
‘"There she is, old boy, a good $300 worth; Dan, has warranted her every way right.
She must bring me a pile before she leaves that crib."’
‘"Garry, there is no use a blowin' about the mare.
I know as much about a horse as you do. If you want my brown gelding and $135 cash, say the word and it's a dicker."’
‘"Make it $150, and we'll say no more about it; there is a wagon and harness, you can Litch
up and try her as long as you please."’
‘"I don't want to try her, Dan has guaranteed her to you, and that's enough.
I am satisfied she is all right.
I'll just split the difference and not one cent more."’
‘"Well, it's a trade; fetch along your horse.
I know all about him any way."’
‘"There's the money that binds the bargain."’
The bargain having been concluded, Garry called upon D. C and informed him of what he had done, and requested him to pay back $75,50, and take the horse that he (Garry) had taken of Fred. Dan
very coolly informed Garry that he had already sold the horse to him, and had received his $200, and that he was not responsible for any trade that Garry had subsequently made with Fred Garry was thunderstruck.--he remonstrated, he fumed, he swore; but all to no purpose.
Dan insisted that the sale between them was bona fide, and was made in the presence of witnesses, and that if he had given $200 for a horse not worth one dollar, it was his own fault.