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could always ride first-class trains. In all my 

 roving about, I always "rode the cushions." 



Over the entire route from El Reno to the 

 Texas line, I did not find one graduate veteri- 

 narian. At one place in Indian Territory, called 

 Durant, I met a correspondence school chap who 

 was a pretty bright fellow and he had a nice little 

 practice. I stopped over night with him and 

 found him a good man. He was pretty well 

 informed and, I presume, made some money 

 there. 



When I got as far as Wichita Falls, Texas, I 

 began to feel my health improving rapidly. I 

 stayed over night in Wichita Falls, intending to 

 leave on the first train next morning; but when 

 I got to the depot the next morning, the train 

 was marked several minutes late. Just across 

 from the depot I saw a livery stable and I went 

 in and told them who and what I was and that I 

 had just about twenty minutes in which to do a 

 little work for them. 



Sure! I was just the fellow they were looking 

 for. In less than two minutes I was examining a 

 bad case of sweeney; in another two or three 

 minutes I had both shoulders injected with satu- 

 rated salt solution, was paid three dollars for my 

 trouble and had just time enough to walk back to 

 the depot, buy my ticket and board the train for 

 the next town. This was all I did in Wichita 

 Falls. The town was a little too large for my 

 kind of procedure, so I did not try for much. 

 The towns which are good soil for such fellows 



