26 THE horse's rescue. 



mahogany bay ; black legs, mane, and tail. In choos- 

 ing a horse it depends something on what use you 

 want to put him to. There is a variety of horses in 

 shnpe, all good. The creator iias taken as much pains 

 in making the horse as it has making mankind, and 

 there are about as many different forms and colors. 

 I never saw a perfect idiot, looking the whole race 

 over. I have seen lots of fools driving horses, and 

 worse than fools. I am come to their rescue. The 

 horse is a slave, if that word has any meaning ; and I 

 think it has.' There is no animal that is abused and 

 suffers equal to the noble animal, the horse. He is 

 tied up by his head, covered with foam and perspira- 

 tion, panting for breath, in cold^ bleak winds, witliout 

 feed or water, while the driver is sitting by a com- 

 fortable fire. Perhaps the clothing nature provided 

 for him is all sheared off. Thus he is expected to 

 stand until his driver is readv for another lide. If he 

 gets in the stable daring the long, cold night, he will 

 be lucky, and gets any water or feed. All foam and 

 sweat, there he shivers. In the morning you can see 

 him covered with frost. Such cruelty as that is hard 

 for me to see and not try to do all that is in my power 

 to relieve his suffering. Knowing as I do the pain he 

 has to endure, and its causes, and then sit down and 

 not do my level best to help him, I think it would be 

 wrong. 



My nature is such that it causes me to suffer with 

 them; and I do suffer intensely, too. If I did not 

 know how to relieve them, perhaps I would feel differ- 

 ent. Nearly all of my life has been spent in doing all 

 I could to relieve this noble animal's suffering, and 



