THE horse's rescue. So 



"I will trade. Gird told me to trade her off. How 

 will you trade " 



"Give me twentj-five dollars." 



"I'll give jou twenty." 



"It's a bargain." 



"Trust for the money?" 



" No ; cash down boot money on a horse trade." 



"Leave the trade open till Saturday; got to go 

 home." 



"Yes; any time in a week will do." 



He came in a day or two. It had frozen up rough 

 and hard. He had to come thirteen miles over hubs. 



''Well, how is horse trade?" 



"All right; unhitch." 



Of all stiff and sore horses I ever saw, she was the 

 worst, and stand up. She was nearly off her legs. 

 Her legs were all covered with scabs. That was called 

 mud fever; all scratched with sharp currj^comb and 

 swelled. Let us get her in the barn. She is all wet 

 with sweat. Cover up warm and feed. Another good 

 job for to-night. Hurry to the shop. It ia getting 

 dark. Folks waiting; all in a hurry to get home. 

 Hurry up! Shoe three or four horses; each has a 

 little tinkering job to do, and before they are all away 

 it is an hour after dark. Do you suppose you got a 

 good job? I think not. Do you think the weight 

 was equal on all of the heels of those horses? If you 

 do it would not make it so, and if it was it would not 

 stay so long, about which I have already written and 

 the consequences. 



By golly 1 in this hurry I liked to forgot that poor 

 suffering horse I just got. I must go and see her. 



