Stooping down to wash his hands in a creek, the darkey couldn't, of
course, observe the peculiar motions of a goat right behind him. When he
scrambled out of the water and was asked how it happened, he answered:
"I dunno zacktly. 'Peared as if de shore kinder histed an' frowed me."
"OLD HOSS"
During the trying days of drafting in Civil War times, a farmer from
away out West called on President Lincoln. As soon as he got near enough
to the President he slapped him familiarly on the back and said, "Hello,
old hoss, how are ye?"
"You call me an old hoss," said Mr. Lincoln; "may I inquire what kind of
a hoss I am?" "Why--an old Draft hoss, to be sure. Ha, ha!"