126 THE ITINERANT HORSE PHYSICIAN 



We drove about the country for several days 

 treating various chronic maladies and doing a lot 

 of dentistry. I found that the fees there were 

 fully as high as in Texas, but that the horses 

 were harder to handle; they had more life than 

 the "dunghills" we treated in the Southwest. We 

 had to cast some patients for simple operations, 

 which we invariably could perform with the horse 

 in the standing position down in the Texas 

 country. 



One day as we were driving near the village 

 of White Lake, about 35 miles east of Chamber- 

 lain, we came to a fine looking farm. My brother 

 informed me that the owner was a cranky old 

 German and that he had had some disagreement 

 with him on account of a prescription. Never- 

 theless, he said he knew the old fellow had sev- 

 eral animals requiring veterinary attention and 

 he suggested that we drive in to see him. While 

 my brother doubted whether the old fellow 

 would allow him to treat any of the animals he 

 thought that I might be able to do something. 

 It was none of my trouble, I thought, and so we 

 drove into the yard. 



A boy came out of the house, and my brother 

 asked him to please tell his father to come out. 



When the old man saw who it was that wanted 

 to speak with him he bristled up immediately, 

 saying, "No, no, I got no sick stock." My 

 brother ignored this and told him he wanted to 

 introduce me, his brother from Texas and also a 

 veterinarian. "Oh, so is dat," says the old 

 codger. "Oh, hu, hu; two in vun fambly! Veil, 



