After the first bid John’s flattering tongue was
of no use to him—nods were rapid and the
order of the day. Fanciful John Bull was so
extremely anxious to bid, and Jonathan out-
numbering them, nodded conspicuously or gave
tongue. The auctioneer became so confused
he did not know which bid to take first; he
almost fancied that it was he that was up for
sale instead of the Duchess. An automaton
would have answered the same purpose as John,
amid such bidders. The representatives of both
nations acted more like lunatics released from
an asylum than breeders of discretion, seeking
proper and profitable animals, as an example
to benefit mankind.
When the Duchess sold for forty thousand
dollars, the shouts from the crowd were loud
and long, neither John Bull nor Jonathan could
command themselves; hats were thrown in the
air, men were crazed in delight; Jonathan and
John Bull shook hands with each other, and
with such a grip that al] supposed that the two
nations would never be divided, and that Thos.
Bates would be king over all. .One would sup-
pose that Bedlam had heen let loose, or that the
lunatic asylum at Utica was on fire, and that
the scattered inmates were attracted, by the
hideous noises, to take a part.
HEREFORD


CATTLE


When Page asked for a bid on the next ani-
mal, he was overcome; his voice failed, and
when articulation came, a half dozen bids had
been offered. “Go on,” said John, and they
did go on like men on the high road to ruin.
