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ing and lowering. The sole is coming down, and foot 

 assuming its natural shape. The structure is gradu- 

 ally coming into harmony of action. He is improv- 

 ing internally and externally. He needs no m.edicine, 

 neither does he take any. He is in my care. ''Drive 

 on, bo}^" 



Readers, 1 was working a large number at the same 

 time. Some I helped, some I made worse. Tiicir 

 owners all knew more than I did, or they listened to 

 that old "they say," and went the rounds from one 

 shop to another, until their horses were neai-ly ruined ; 

 then back to me again. I did not have the horses iu 

 my care, consequently I could not gain anything, con- 

 tinually doing the same work over again. It put me 

 in mind of a puppy pursuing his tail, the object of 

 pursuit ever remaining at the same distance. I assure 

 you, reader, it is somewhat trying to a man's powers 

 of endurances. I have a little bo}^, Frank. He is 

 fourteen years old now. Since the age of six years he 

 has stood by these poor horses for hours, sponging and 

 working their legs with warm warter, soaking their 

 feet, caressing, and talking to them, while I was shoe- 

 ing. He was all the help I had, and see what I did to 

 the horses. He can talk horse, and see their sufferins" 

 condition nearly as quickly as I can. 



Two weeks have passed. Let us look to this horse 

 that is drawing lumber. His feet are spreading over 

 the shoe again. We must spread-^ his shoes again. 

 The fever is all gone. His feet do not dry np hard 

 now. They need no packing. He can rest nights, 

 and can get up, and lie down. Let us spread all of his 

 shoes out plump with his hoofs. "Drive on, boy." 



