I travelled on for
three miles, till at last I met with an elderly man also on horseback.
He stopped and surveyed me attentively, and then addressed me:--
"I see youngster, you are a green one."
Now I was in uncommon bad temper that morning, and I answered his
question with a "What do you mean, you old fool?"
"Nay, pardon me," he resumed; "I would not insult a stranger. I am
Governor Yell, of this state, and I see that some of my 'clever
citizens' have been playing a trick upon you. If you will allow me, I
will cure the lameness of your horse in two minutes."
At the mention of his name, I knew I was speaking to a gentleman. I
apologized for my rough rejoinder, and the governor, dismounting, then
explained to me the mystery of the "ring." Just above my horse's hoof,
and well concealed under the hair, was a stout silken thread, tied very
tight; this being cut, the horse, in a moment, got rid of his lameness.
As the governor and I parted, he gave me this parental advice:--
"My dear young man," said he, "I will give you a hint, which will enable
you to travel safely through the Arkansas. Beware of pretty girls, and
honest, clever people; never say you are travelling further than from
the last city to the nearest, as a long journey generally implies that
you have cash; and, if possible, never put your horse in a stable.
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