He was a queer looking man, with
hair the color of molasses candy, and skim-milk eyes.
[Illustration: A Good Salesman]
"Waal, now, stranger, I jess reckon I have got some co'n to
sell," he said. "The only trouble with that there co'n o' mine is
that it ain't shucked. If you wouldn't mind to go out into the
field and shuck it out, we can jess make a deal right here."
We finally gave him fifty cents for all our three sacks would
hold, and he pointed out the field a quarter of a mile away and
went back to the house. We noticed that he very soon mounted a
pony and rode away towards Hay Springs, but thought nothing of
it. When we were ready to start we drove over to the cornfield to
get what we had paid for. Jack put his head out of the wagon,
took a long look, and said:
"That's the sickest-looking cornfield I ever saw!"
We got out, and found a sorry prospect. The corn was poor and
scattering and choked with weeds.
"And the worst of it," called Jack, as he waded out into the
weeds, "is that it has been harvested about twelve times already.
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