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he lies down, he often wants help to get up, and can- 

 not stand then. 



I had a horse I called Bill. I have seen him play 

 for hours in the pasture in this way; he would rear 

 up, walk on his hind feet, then come down on his for- 

 ward feet, and kick up almost straight. I watched 

 him. ' I noticed his feet all struck in one place in the 

 center. That horse could get his head down to eat 

 grass and drink water without sprawling out his legs 

 or falling over on his head and breaking his neck, 

 which I will better explain hereafter. Curious, with 

 all of the books we have had ; they never got away 

 from that poor sore foot, and these wonderful shoes all 

 polished up. It seems to me they worked a very 

 small field on the horse, and it would have been better 

 if ther had not worked that. After the horse eot 

 so he could not get his head down nor up, they intro- 

 duced feeding hay on the ground. It is curious they 

 always got it wrong, as I will show the}' have. Then, 

 worse than all, they want to keep it so by trying to 

 enact laws so that no blacksmith shall operate on a 

 horse's foot unless he has a diploma from some veter- 

 inary college or university, or an order from us. 

 "Our heads contain all of the brains and knowledge 

 and wisdom, and we will furnish it for you. It is in- 

 exhaustible !" My, my ! do you not know a man is 

 known by his works? Let us take a sail, and peep 

 around and see what we can find. - 



I must pass over many years of hard knocks, work- 

 ing on and battling for the horse. It will not be inter- 

 esting, and I do not want to write it I could not. 

 Lot us go in the streetcar shop in Elmira. Here 



