I takes my bottle in my hand, and goes into a field, suppose by night, where there is a very fine stag horse.

I manage with great difficulty to get within ten yards of the horse, who stands staring at me just ready to run away.
I then uncorks my bottle, presses, my fore-finger to the sponge, and holds it out to the horse; the horse gives a sniff, then a start, and comes nearer.

I corks up my bottle and puts it into my pocket.

My business is done, for the next two hours the horse would follow me anywhere--the difficulty, indeed, would be to get rid of him.

Now is that your way of doing business ?" "My way of doing business?
Mercy upon us! I wouldn't steal a horse in that way, or, indeed, in any way, for all the money in the world: however, let me tell you, for your comfort, that a trick somewhat similar is described in the history of Herodotus." "In the history of Herod's ass!" said the jockey; "well, if I did write a book it should be about something more genteel than a dickey." "I did not say Herod's ass," said I, "but Herodotus, a very genteel writer, I assure you, who wrote a history about very genteel people, in a language no less genteel than Greek, more than two thousand years ago.
There was a dispute as to who should be king amongst certain imperious chieftains.