98 THE hobse's kescue. 



one day. This is only one of thousands, whicli can be 

 seen almost any day, and many times some days, if 

 you have eyes. The railroad crossing was close to my 

 shop. They had raised and graded so it made a little 

 rise. I saw a horse and wagon coming, the horse thin 

 in flesh. The wagon had two seats; three persons 

 were on each seat, and there were some bags in the 

 hind part of the wagon. A man on the front seat, 

 with a hickory club as large as a broom- handle, five 

 feet long, was pounding the horse, which could hardly 

 move. The man was badly off his balance. I cast my 

 eyes to the horse's feet. They were very long; his hind 

 ones so long that he could not rise over the lever with- 

 out breaking his legs. I stepped out into the road and 

 stooped down to see what shape he put his feet in to 

 get up that slight grade. No two feet were traveling 

 on the same line. He was wringing and twisting to 

 draw that load, and that club was playing on him con- 

 stantly. He turned his toes some in, some out. He 

 could not rise over that lever. Do you know what I 

 thought at that time? Can it be possible the creator 

 has made such a botch making mankind ? This has 

 the appearance of a perfect botch. It has occurred to 

 me many times since that man was not in any wise per- 

 fected yet. He has still something to learn, and I con- 

 tinue to hold the same opinion. Let us look this 

 wagon over. It comes in all right, as this work is 

 called " The Horse's Kescue." This wagon is heavy 

 enough for two horses ; in fact, it is a two horse wagon. 

 Every wheel makes a separate track, something 

 as a snake would crawl ; wheels grinding on the 

 shoulders of the axle, which has not been oiled in 



