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to me, "This is rather hard after ten nights with but 

 little sleep, and days the same." I had others 1 was 

 working on in different stages of change toward nat- 

 iiral to care for, and they were not all in my barn. It 

 was the last straw that broke the camel's back. This 

 inan had dogged me nearly one year, and had no cause 

 for doing so, I had had as much patience as any man 

 in that town, but it was exhausted. At last I must 

 shake that man off, I have carried him long enough. 

 He is no good to me in this work, and a damage to 

 himself. It will be better for us both. So I turned 

 and drove back and pulled up in front of his shop. 

 The parties were all thera 



Header, I assure you this was what I did not like to 

 do. I had tried to be friendlv with Mr. Brees, and was 

 then, but he did not seem to look at it in that lisfht. 

 I did not want to shoe horses. I wanted to cure stiff 

 and crippled ones if I could get enough to live out of 

 it. I could not cure all of thtsse horses shoeing; that 

 was what made the most of them stiff, with the bad 

 treatment they are are obliged to endure. I asked 

 Mr. Brees if he had plenty of business. 



"Yes; what of itT 



" I think it would be better for you to attend to it 

 then. Mine is no part of yours. If you meddle any 

 more with my business I will tell the people you are 

 slaughtering more horses than any man in the Che- 

 mung valley. They will believe me as quick as they 

 v/ill you. I want you tD shoe. The more you shoe 

 the better my business will be. You slaughter and I 

 will cure and keep still. We will build up a big trade. 



