Hullo, Yank! hailed one of a number of Confederate soldiers lolling about on the grass in front of a tent, that’s a right smart horse you all got there.
Think so? returned the Yank.
Yes; what’ll you take for him?
Oh, I don’t know.
Well, I’ll give you $7,000 for him, bantered the Confederate.
You go to blazes! indignantly returned the Yank; I’ve just paid $10,000 of your money to have him curried.
Two brothers were discussing which smelled the strongest, a goat or a tramp. They agreed to leave it to the judge.
All right, said the judge, trot in your animals.