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points, and make none. It would drive a man like 

 me cvixzy. My mind is so weak, and I have been told 

 so veij often I can hardl}^ tell myself. If I am not 

 crazy now there will be no danger. 



Let us go on with this horse fight. It is time to go 

 and see Billy Crawford. Poor Billy, I can't get him. 

 He has got to die by inches. He stands in a box 

 stall. He is not seen out on the road lately. I must 

 see if I can find ther cause. I well knew he would go 

 on from bad to worse. Poor horse, if I could only 

 get you how quick I coald relieve you of some of that 

 suffering. I can come close to you ; your owner I 

 cannot reach. He did talk with me about you once, 

 and I thought I was going to get you to cure, but that 

 wa= all wind, and that will not cure suffering horses. 

 There are lots of that kind of horse doctors all over 

 the land, and yet these poor horses like you are owned 

 by them. Tiiey cannot cure them, neither will they 

 let any one else. I have performed some cures in this 

 place. I should think he might let me have you ; you 

 are of no use to him now that 3H)u are past work. I sup- 

 pose he is afraid you will take cold if you do not have 

 shoes on. My God ! what is the use of this poor, 

 dying horse having shoes on, standing in the stall 

 month after month ? If some good and wise man can 

 tell me I would like to know. These shoes holding 

 the foot from growing natural, and two sets of feet in 

 growth on at that. This work is to expose all such 

 icrnorance as that. Look at this horse; eyes sunken 

 and staring, and glossy hair all dying. He is very 

 nervous, eats ravenousl}^, pot-bellied ; he stands with 

 his back humped across the line; head drawn down, 



