THE horse's rescue. 127 



"It did; the cross-bar of the fills was chawing my 

 legs at every step. You see, since you made me as 

 my creator made me, I need at least eighteen inches 

 more room to clear my hind legs. I can make long 

 strides now, and I like to do it; it scares them some, 

 but if they will give me room I will scare them worse, 

 if my feet are' kept as they are now." 



The fact is just as it is stated above, and that was 

 the cause of the wreck. As this work is called " The 

 Horse's Eescue, and Cause and Effect Book," this 

 comes in all right. Such ignorance adds to the suffer- 

 ing of the horse. 



Tiie old, nearly worn out spreading shoes that I 

 pulled off of Mike were ordered to be carried to the 

 hotel, where they were looked at and commented on. 

 '•These are the shoes," they say, "that cared Mike." 

 These shoes had no curing properties in them ; it was 

 the principles I worked on — removing the cause ; na- 

 ture did the curing. 



Mike was a natural trotter, and if he had been in 

 goo J hands would have been hard to beat. He was 

 ambitious, and had great powers of endurance; for 

 strength and muscle I never saw his equal. There is 

 no use setting any price on him. The price of horses 

 is o-overned and reo:ulated in manv ways — sometimes 

 by fear, by fancy, by the size of a man's pile, and how 

 he obtained it, and the owner's circ^umstances and sur- 

 roundings. This horse Mike was soon missing from 

 his stall. I missed him, for I had visited Mike's stall 

 daily for nearly three months, though I did not always 

 find him there. Where he went I know not. I never 

 saw him after the wreck but once, that I can remem- 



