Couper

I think the Yorkshire story of the farmer who sold his old horse to a couper at a fair, then got very drunk on his good bargain, and bought him back at the end of the day with painted legs and filed teeth as a young horse, might have a kindred story among Daffodil-bulb buyers.

John Henderson, a cow couper in Swinton, Berwickshire, towards the close of the last century, was very fond of a dram.