226 ADVENTURES IN THE WILDERNESS. 



" About three o'clock in the afternoon a change 

 came over Gulnare. I had fallen asleep upon the 

 straw, and she had come and awakened me with a 

 touch of her nose. The moment I started up I 

 saw tliat something was the matter. Her eyes 

 were dull and heavy. Never before had I seen 

 the light go out of them. The rocking of the car 

 as it went jumping and vibrating along seemed to 

 irritate her. She began to rub her head against 

 the side of the car. Touching it, I found that the 

 skin over the brain was hot as fire. Her breath- 

 ing grew rapidly louder and louder. Each breath 

 was drawn with a kind of gasping effort. The 

 lids with their silken fringe drooped wearily over 

 the lustreless eyes. The head sank lower and low- 

 er, until the nose almost touched the floor. The 

 ears, naturally so lively and erect, hung limp and 

 widely apart. The body was cold and senseless. 

 A pinch elicited no motion. Even my voice was 

 at last unheeded. To word and touch there came, 

 for the first time in all our intercourse, no response. 

 I knew as the symptoms spread what was the mat- 

 ter. The signs bore all one way. She was in the 

 first stages of phrenitis, or inflammation of the brain. 

 In other words, my heautiful mare was going mad. 



" I was well versed in the anatomy of the horse. 

 Loving horses from my very childhood, there was 

 little in veterinaiy practice with which I was not 

 familiar. Instinctively, as soon as the symptoms 



