“Did you say a thousand dollars, mister?”
“Yes.”
“That’s raither high. Jest let me see them are papers, mister.”
The papers were handed to him, and, after being critically examined, and found to be all right, the Yankee, still holding on to the papers, from fear of not being able to bind his bargain otherwise, asked—
“Won’t you take no less, Mister?”
“No.”
“Well, I’ll take it, just make me the title.”
COME OVER BY A YANKEE.
The title was made out, and the money paid, when the defaulter, surprised at the bargain, asked, “what did you buy that land at such a price for? I would have sold it to you for half the money.”
“Why,” said the Yankee, “there’s a darned good lead mine on it.”