Then came the horse-dealers with all the maimed, the halt, and the blind
of equine Valladolid. The prices asked for these chargers were truly
tropical, and had grown to a great height. But no Englishman had ever
visited the town before, and it was far too good a chance to be lost. We
do not want to libel the somnolescent Jefe, but it was probably as much
as his place was worth to refuse to "cock the blind 'un" on the frauds
which his fellow-citizens were attempting to play on us. He was no man
for half-measures in such a delicate matter, so he retired into the
Mayor's Parlour to take a nap while we argued. None of the mounts were
in the first flush of their giddy youth, and some looked Methuselahs.
There was a horse with a sore on its back as big as a cheese plate,
which the owner resolutely declined to part with for less than a hundred
dollars; while another steed, badly spavined, was so precious to its
lucky proprietor that with tears in his avaricious eyes he assured us it
would break his heart to accept for this peerless mount less than double
that sum. Fortunately we knew something about horses and were able
slowly but surely to weed out the "crocks," though the rapacious crowd
did all in their power to fool us. It ended in our giving a hundred
dollars too much for the three horses we selected; but they were at
least sound in "wind and limb," though the strongest, a stallion, was
blind in the right eye. The Mayor, having been waked up by a soldier,
then regretfully took an active part in the proceedings. To prevent
horse-stealing, the purchase of a horse in Yucatan is attended by the
utmost official ceremony. If the occasion had been an auction of
blood-stock at Tattersall's these fatuous Yucatecan officials could not
have made more fuss. Armed with note-books they waltzed round our sorry
purchases, marking down their peculiarities. We did not see the books,
but it is quite likely that they were entered as having "four legs and a
tail." At any rate it took the united efforts of the Town Council to
make out the official receipts, which bore so many stamps as must have
crippled the resources of the local G.P.O. for some weeks.
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