was called to Terre Haute, Ind., to altar a number three 

 ridgling. I got him down and tied. I then made an in- 

 cision through the peritoneum. Just then he struggled, 

 and I made the rupture much too large, and the bowels came 

 down. I put them back again and again, and finally got 

 the seed out and the bowels in. But they would not stay, 

 so I asked a boy to give me my handkerchief from my over- 

 coat on the fence. I took it and crammed it high up in the 

 inguinal canal and let the horse up, and down came the 

 bowels again. I caught them, and with little difficulty re- 

 placed them once more while standing, but forgot the hand- 

 kerchief. I soon missed it, however, and supposed I now 

 had a new and desperate case on hand, but I had no trouble 

 while standing to lift his hind foot and set it on my knee, 

 and then gently insert my hand to the rupture and my fin- 

 gers inside, and there found and got the handkerchief. That 

 colt worked every day and did well, but I did not tell any 

 one for several years of my loss. I now tell you, so that 

 you may be more careful; for should such an accident hap- 

 pen you, it may be of service to you to know how others 

 have done when cornered. 



I have now about one hundred and twenty pupils upon 

 the royalty plan, for ten years' time, and I tell them all 

 never to be afraid of blood or bowels, for there is a way to 

 manage them with safety. You can take up and tie almost 

 any blood-vessel, or open a horse and take out and look at 

 his bowels and safely put them in, and have him live and 

 do well. 



There are a number of bitches in this town that I have 

 spayed, removing ovaries, womb, pups and all, that lived 

 and did well. There is a dog here now that never was born- 



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