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deposited our grips on the sidewalk and held a 

 meeting on the state of our finances. While we 

 were counting our change, this man who had 

 been following us walked up to us and said, 

 "You fellers will have to pay a license in this 

 town." 



"By George," says my brother, "this state 

 must have some State Board of Veterinary 

 Examiners ; they tackle the vets the minute they 

 get off the train." 



When we asked the fellow how much the 

 license fee was, he asked, "What do you peddle?" 



Then we discovered that he had taken us for a 

 couple of peddlers and wanted to collect a ped- 

 dler's license from us. When explanations had 

 been made we had a good laugh all around. 

 (That was the best we could have; the burg is 

 dry.) 



We remained in McCammon that day and 

 until evening of the next day, "fixing a few 

 mouths" and writing a few prescriptions for vari- 

 ous disorders. 



There was not much work "in sight," and so 

 we left for the next town south on the Oregon 

 Short line. 



Our finances were now in a very bad way, and 

 we just had to do some work. The next town 

 south for which we were now heading was a very 

 small place of not more than one hundred and 

 fifty people, and we probably would not have 

 stopped off there at all except for the fact that 

 we had been informed that a short distance from 

 there a large dam was under construction for 



