CHAPTER XIII 



IN THE ABILENE COUNTRY 



Whoa ! Hold on there with that mule ! Ain't 

 you got sense enough to see we're doing some 



heavy surgery 

 here ? Some 

 of you gosh 

 danged farm- 

 ers don't know 

 nothin'." 



This out- 

 burst of right- 

 eous wrath 

 came from my 

 partner, D r. 

 Asa, and the 

 object o f h i s 

 wrath was a 

 long, gauky, 

 cotton farmer 

 who had the in- 

 tention of hav- 

 ing a "sween- 

 eyed" mule 

 "worked o n," 

 being in the act 

 of leading the 

 mule into our 

 unpretenti o u s 

 infirmary when 

 m y partner's 



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