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ing or any indication of puffing in his leg. We found noth- 

 ing in his feet to indicate any soreness, so I brought him home, 

 hoiking that I was mistaken and that it was merely fancy 

 on my part. When I harnessed Rarus the next morning- 

 there was no doubt about his being lame. I took him back 

 to the stall, had the harness taken off, and examined every 

 part of the limb and foot again carefully, but was unable 

 to locate the seat of the lameness. I sent for a veterinary, 

 and he examined him with no better success. I have often 

 lost the last dollar that I had in the world, and some that I 

 did not have, but I can never remember the losing of my 

 money having cost me a thought or a i^article of trouble. 

 If you have a brick house, and it tumbles down, and you 

 have the xorice, you can go and buy another one; but if you 

 have the best race-horse in the world, and he goes lame or 

 dies, all the money in the world can not fill his place. 



These were my feelings at that time. Iliad all the res^Don- 

 •sibility; the horse's owner was in Long Island, and Rarus 

 with me in California. After the veterinary had examined 

 him very closely, and could not find the trouble, I concluded 

 not to harness him again until I could locate it. The next 

 morning, which was forty-eight hours after I first discovered 

 his lameness, I went to the stable, and found that the entire 

 surface of one hind leg was very much swollen, with a good 

 deal of fever, and that the horse was very lame on it. I 

 sent again for the veterinary, and he came and looked him 

 over. He turned to me and said: "There is just one thing 

 to do with that horse; get the fever out of his leg, and fire 

 and blister him. ' ' I said : ' ' Doctor, is that the only remedy?' ' 

 He said yes; that nothing else would ever do. I said: 

 ' ' Doctor, it will never be done. No horse that has been as 

 good and brave as that one will ever be fired with my con- 

 sent. I will take him home to Long Island, where he shall 

 end the balance of his days in peace and plenty. " There- 

 upon the doctor discharged himself, and left Rarus to Dave 

 and me. We applied some simple cooling lotions, kept 

 him tied up by the head, so that he could not walk about, 



