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away. Before I got through this work I will tip over 

 more than you are aware of with that lever. 



Let us Sit down on the hotel verandah and have a 

 rest, and see the horses pass and study them. This is 

 a great thoroughfare to Elmira, a continuous stream 

 of horses passing and repassing, nearly all lame. Some 

 are stiff in one way or another. It occurred to me this 

 is the place for me. They are in a worse condition 

 liere than any place I ever have been in. I lived in 

 Tioga county, Pennsylvania. At that time I owned a 

 farm and was trying to work it. I always had a shop, 

 and was always talking horse and teaching all I could. 

 It soon brought a lot of cripples for relief, as it always 

 had. There was no place I could do it all. I might 

 as well sell my farm and give up trying to work at 

 any kind of business. I did sell it, and all of my 

 property except my horses and driving rigs. These I 

 must keep. They are all nearly new and good. I 

 shall need them to exercise horses if I work on them. 

 I had as fine a pair as any I saw in Ilorseheads. They 

 were wanted to put on the street cars. I said I would 

 rather see them dead than let them go there. And 

 thev were soon dead. Before I got all of my goods 

 moved my Bill, that was balanced in center, had gone. 

 He was the first to go. I was driving the pair to- 

 gether. The roads were muddy. A board was buried 

 in the mud. He stepped on the end ; it flew up, ran 

 into him, and killed him. You can see me in a barm 

 John Saterly, born in Horseheads, examining a horse. 

 This horse is five years old, the very picture of my 

 Bill. His forward feet are soaking. I asked, "How 

 came the frogs all out of these feet, Mr, Saterly?" 



