cars and in ten hours reached the Langham Hotel, London. 

 I took a good room, and took a bath, and in that bath I 

 took a chill. I rang the bell, the waiter came, my jaws 

 seemed locked but I said, "A glass of Bourbon." Some- 

 thing was brought and swallowed; in time the fire burned 

 in my room, and the spirits got in its work going through 

 my empty stomache clear down to my toes. I next called 

 for the dining room; between table d'hote and table feed, I 

 got my fill and the next day called and paid my bill and 

 found it took just $6.00 to eat one day when hungry. I 

 had a letter of introduction to my man and took a nice cab 

 and spent the day looking over London for him. I had the 

 wrong numbers by ten too much on the right street. I at 

 last found his office and heard that lie had been married two 

 days and was in Scotland, to be home in a month. I soon 

 found a hotel near his office. Among strangers. Was I 

 lonesome? I should say so. What to do I did not know. 

 What would you have done? I did nothing for a week. 

 Why? Because I could get nothing to try to do, and I al- 

 ways since that pity a foreigner. 



Hurriedly, as I left New York City, the editor of Wilks 

 Spirit of the Times handed me a letter of introduction to 

 Mr. Geo. Fleming, also a V. S. editor. In Mr. Fleming's 

 absence in Scotland I sent this introduction to him in my 

 letter. 



Friend, I want to ask you a question right now, just for 

 pastime: What would you think the editor of the largest 

 horse paper in New York City would say to the editor of 

 the largest Veterinary Journal in London, Eng. , as an intro- 

 duction for a free-born American, as a specialist? The let- 

 ter was not sealed and I read it and came very near tossing 



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