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and you have the ignorance of jour owner and many 

 others to contend with. I w^ill care for you ail I can 

 when I can net a chance. No medicine has been used 

 on you internally ; no butclierin^. Tlie cause of all 

 your trouble hns b?en removed by expanding your 

 feet and dressing them, and making them as your cre- 

 ator had made tliem before tliey were slaughtered by 

 ironing them. Hi rum McConnell, the veterinarian of 

 this town, tells me that that butcher I drove out of 

 this town cured you. I suppose he had reference to 

 those shoes he ordered Mr. Brees to put on, that 

 caused you to gnaw your feet. Now I would like to 

 know, in the name of reason and common sense, how 

 MeConnell came in possession of so much wisdom 

 about this complicated matter." He was an agent for 

 the railroad company, and was obliged to be at the de- 

 pot all or nearly all of his tin.-^. He kept his medi- 

 cine to cure horses there. I cured without it. He did 

 not cure these stiff horses with all of his trash. 



The fact is, some wanted to drive me out. I had good 

 friends before I left that town. Their craft was in 

 danger. I think I will drjp in there soon again, and 

 try them another battle on the horse ; I have not quit 

 yet. I must clear away some of this rubbish before I 

 can go on with my work. 



Mr. Bennett and I had a few words about shoeing a 

 horse ; I shod his horses. He had. traded and got one. 

 It was a strange horse to me. I shod it, and it inter- 

 fered afterward. He wanted me to try him ngain. I 

 did, and charged him for setting them over. He found 

 fault. I told him I was tired working for him for no 



