all my work done, and all the horses out there eating 

 hay. I heard Morvich groan, and when he kept on 

 groaning, I hurried out to see what the trouble was 

 and there he was all stretched out in his favorite spot. 

 I just got there in time to hold his head while he 

 drew his last breath. 



"I sure felt then, and still feel that I had lost one 

 of the family. 



"Someone in Kentucky had fed Morvich mouldy 

 clover hay, and he had the heaves. That will, as a 

 rule, kill a horse in a short while. But Morvich 

 was a horse with a great heart and he had the will 

 to live. Of course he had the best feed we could 

 give him, and we got the heaves down so he breathed 

 easier, but he was living on borrowed time for years. 

 Morvich died on Saturday morning, January 26, 

 1946." 



Sincerely yours, 



ARTHUR MOSSE. 



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