THE YANKEE IN MAIN-sTREET.
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THE YANKEE IN MAIN-STREET


"I calculate couldn't drive trade with you
today" said true specimen of the Yankee ped
der, as he stood at the door of a merchant In
Main-street.


"I calculate you calculate about right, for you
cannot" was the sneering reply
"Wall, l guess you need't get huty about It,
Now here's a dozen real genuine razor strops
worth two dollars and haf-you may have 'em
for two dollars"


81 tell you, don't want any of your trash so
you had better be going"


"Wal now, 1 declared I'll bet you five dollars
if you make me an offer for them are strops, We'll
have trade yet"


Done!" replied the merchant, placing the
money in the hands of the bystander. The Yam
kee, deposited the like sum-when the merchant
offered him picayune for the strops.


"Theyre Yourn," said the Yankee, as he qui-
etIy fob'd the stakes "But," he added, with
great apparent honesty, 81 calculate Jokes
Joke and if YOU don't want them strops, I'll trade
back"


The merchants countenance Frightened. You
are not so bad a chap, after all here are your
strops, give me the money"


"There it is said the Yankee. as he received
the strops and passed over the picayune. "a
trades trade-and now you're wide awake, in
airnpst, l guess the next time you trade with that
are pic you'll do little better than to buy razor
strops."


And away walked the pedd'er with his strops
and his wager, amid the shouts of the laughing
crowd ST. Louis Ariel