THE HORSE'S RESCUE. 69 



It is perfected, as near as it can be, and iron the 

 horse's feet. 



Go with me to Auburn city. There you will see a 

 man standi^ng by a fine dapple-gray stallion. His eyes 

 are sunken ; he looks care-worn, and his cbeeks are 

 hollowed, battling, teaching almost night and. day ; J. J. 

 Donn doing the same. This man's name is Oliver 

 Doan. 1 visit them often while I am writing this 

 work to see how the battle is going. They are curing 

 horses without medicine. Eeader, do not think this 

 is the beginning; these boys have been master of the 

 horse's feet about eight years; and Oliver, as I said, 

 has been working almost night and day trying to in- 

 troduce and teach this great discovery. He says lie 

 will never give it up. I looked him over the other 

 day. I told him I thought he must give out soon un- 

 less he had rest, he was so over-taxed and broken of 

 his rest. If we lose this soldier it will weaken our 

 army very much. My own back is about given out, 

 and Joe's is the same. I left them still in the field to 

 write this book. 



Let us go back to Talcot's Corners, where the Ken- 

 tuckv hunter mare is, and work five weeks on horses 

 day after day and nights. I have four or five cup feet 

 liorses. I am trying to spread their feet, shoeing on 

 the wrong principle. I tried a shoe made in this way, 

 bevel out or incline plane, so that the foot would slide 

 out with the weight of the horse. Tworked at that for 

 years, but I could not gain anything. I soaked the 

 feet and drove with the same result. Sometimes the 

 feet grew narrower instead of expanding. I made up 

 my mind it was wrong, and for this reason : the foot 



