78 THE ITINERANT HORSE PHYSICIAN 



He said he was mighty glad I just "happened" 

 in because he had heard that some of these col- 

 lege "veterinaries" was smart fellers in some 

 things. "Old Doc," as he called the quack, was 

 pretty good, he thought, seeing as how he just 

 picked "horse-docterin" up all by himself; but, 

 somehow, in this case he didn't think "old Doc" 

 was hardly smart enough. I asked him what sort 

 of diagnosis "old Doc" had made of the case. 



"Well," said my 

 new-found friend, 

 "he says the colt is 

 foundered i n t h e 

 mare." I asked the 

 farmer whether 

 "old Doc" used an 

 x-ray outfit t o a r- 

 rive at his diagno- 

 sis; he said not so 

 far as he knew. 



When we got to 

 the place I found a 

 pretty good sort of 

 a mare, heavy in 

 foal, with a rupture 

 of the prepubian 

 tendon ; her abdo- 

 men was on a level with her hocks. 



I advised the farmer in regard to giving proper 

 assistance at time of foaling and described the 

 exact condition he would find in the event that 

 the mare should not survive the ordeal of parturi- 

 tion. I did the latter so that he might be able to 

 "show up" the quack, which I am sure he did, if 

 the mare died. He was one of those "long- 



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