THE horse's rescue 181 



I had to tack ship sometimes in this horse sail. 

 Those that were with me sometimes, blowing their 

 bugles for me, would change their tunes and .blow the 

 other way. Then I would be obliged to tack ship. It 

 is queer, when you think this matter over, how quick 

 a man can change a tune on his bugle after he gets 

 used to blowing it In order to understand these sud. 

 den changes on these bugles you must ti-ace from the 

 change to the cause of the change. These changes 

 are constantly taking place in all things. 



About the first stable of horses I tackled was Mot 

 Bennett's, in Horseheads — not the hotel keeper, but 

 his uncle. He was carrying on a heavy business at 

 that time in many ways. He was building railroads; 

 he was opening an avenue six miles long to connect 

 two towns; he kept a large lumber yard and sawmill ; 

 he had all kinds of machinery connected with tliis to 

 get out brackets, cornices for buildings ; in fact, en- 

 tirely too much for any man to carry. He had lots for 

 sale on this avenue. He gave employment to a large 

 number of men that wanted work. But times changed 

 on Mot. He bucked at it hard to keep it going, but it 

 was no go'j it balanced over the wrong way for him. 

 Men that he Ijad paid thousands of dollars v.ould not 

 lake his promises to pay written on paper nuy more. 

 I shod Mot's horses through these trying time. It was 

 all charged on the book, and the amount was about 

 forty dollars. I well knew I would stand no chance 

 to get my pay. The big fish always eat up llie little 

 ones. I took my pay in an old wagon at about three 

 prices, and let it go at that. Poor Mot, I liked him. 

 He was a whole-souled fellow, but he was carrying too 



