26 MY horse; my love. 



always doubt and from the ig-norant and unthinking. 

 But I am satisfied of the truth of my discovery." 



Pray tell me about it, for these osselets seem to 

 be of no possible use. 



" Everybody who loves horses and observes their 

 ways, will have noticed that after a long and fatiguing 

 journey, or sustained and tiresome work, the horse 

 will rub his nose, first on the inside of one foreleg and 

 again on the other, tossing his head meanwhile, 

 throwing it about and taking long deep breaths of 

 relief and satisfaction." 



Yes, I have very often noticed it. 



" I believe that Nature has furnished to our domes- 

 tic slave the noblest of all God's brute creation, her 

 vinaigrette and restorative. When the weary, over- 

 taxed animal, sweating at every pore, and covered 

 with foam, can reach down and rub with his wet 

 nose, this always dry hard substance, he is instantly 

 refreshed with an odor like that of geranium. Toss- 

 ing his head with delight, and sniffing perceptibly, 

 he applies again and again his wet nose to thisboim- 

 tiful, secret, and cunningly arranged restorative, and 

 is thus fortified and strengthened sufficiently to re- 

 sume his journey." 



And have you really tested this wonderful theory 

 to 3^our own satisfaction? 



" To test my belief I removed from one of my 

 horses these warts in the foreleg over which the 

 skin grew healthily, but the horse never showed the 

 same endurance, and his value was diminished by 

 half. In another case when I experimented, an 

 eruption broke out over the healing wound, and the 



