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Show Tax Races. There were Beveraj little Bide shows on Main btreet, yesterday yester-day afternoon, d urine ih excitement over the Saorameoto races. One of these we chanced to overtake just as the bud waB blossoming. A lean, lank, loogitudioarian specimen of bigb fed but low-liquored humanity, was betting most frantically on "Occident" when a ragged "cull ad people" drew near and remarked, "I say, massa, dis chile has tried lots ob gift fares and tings for a prixe, but nebber could draw nuffia, no how; gess he'll bet him pile on de "Maid" dis time. How much yon bet now on de "Occident," massa?" To this sally, be of the low latitudes at first deigned no reply, except "get out, you black nigger." But Sambo couldn't see this; he'd "tried lots ob gift fares and tiogs for a prire" and he couldn't be bluffed so easily. (Another instance of. the great and glorious results of perseverance). Mr. Longitndinarianism finally "saw" Mr. Sambo two to one on "Occident" All the telegraph oflices in town, including in-cluding the idle ones, were instantly surrounded by the " white cullud man" and "cullud while man," and an express cart had just been chartered to start for Camp Douglas when the Hieald bulletin announced the first heat, by the grape vine line, "Gold-am "Gold-am ith Maid wins, two lengths ahead, in 2:201." Sambo pocketed the stakes, $15, and d anced off down street, happy as a big sunflower, and singing j I Now darkies we're happy and gay, while Mr.Longi. suddenly disappeared toward the Orient |
