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over and over again and no good result, some going 

 on from bad to worse. Do you know what I thought 

 sometimes? Well, I will teilj'ou. I thought the cre- 

 ator had not got man finished jet. I have not changed 

 my mind yet on that. He needs some more work 

 done on him. He is not polished yet, and that is one 

 reason for my. writing this work. Men.have no knowl- 

 edge of the animal, the horse. I have two brothers, 

 Oliver Doan and J. J. Doan. They have been ground 

 through this mill for years. Sometimes we were all 

 in one shop together, all talking about principles to 

 shoe the horse on to keep him from getting lame, and 

 how to cure. Sometimes we would agree, and at other 

 times we would not, and it would get middling hot; 

 but we still kept up the battle for the horse. We 

 were working for the horse, not for the man. Some- 

 times all scattered .singly * We all carried on shops in 

 many places. 1 worl^ed nine years in many different 

 shops. At the age of twenty-three I opened a shop 

 at the little village of Northville, in the town of 

 Genoa, Ca3^uga count}-, IST. Y. I was a jobber and 

 carriage ironer, and carried on that business, connected 

 with horse-shoeing. Oliver commenced to work at 

 Talcot's Corners with Halsey W. Taylor six years 

 after I did. I commenced with Taylor to leara my 

 trade. For some reason, I know not what, Oliver left 

 and came where I was at work at Little Hollow for 

 Zenos B. Richmond, who carried oh the carriage busi- 

 ness, jobbing, and shoeing the horse. Richmond hired 

 him by the year. We worked a year and a half there 

 together — his wages thirty dollars a year and board, 

 he to clothe himself. He went with me to Northville. 



