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knew how much work I was doing, and I came to this 

 conclusion : It was none of their business if I take a 

 rest. I made up my mind to clear away some of this 

 racket. The horses commenced to come. I sent them 

 all away. I was asked : 



"Are you not going to shoe any more horses?" 

 "Not at present." 



Some would ask: "How are you going to live? 

 You live, don't vou ?" 



" Yes ; I can live anywhere you can. There are 

 plenty of shops in this town where you can get your 

 shoeing done." 



I sat on that keg eveTy week-day for two weeks and 

 sent all away. That seemed to quiet the noise for a 

 time. Then I resumed my work. The horses came, 

 all I wanted to wrestle with.' I had bought a house 

 and six village lots in this town. The street-cars ran 

 past my place. They run from Horseheads to Elmira. 

 The distance is six miles, and that was the main wagon 

 road. At the time I lived in this town it was a great 

 thoroucrhfare. Here I saw some of the worst cruelty 

 I ever witnessed dealt out to these poor, stiff horses. 

 It was all I could do to keep cool. This was going on 

 daily, and Sundays it was worse. It was brutality run 

 mad, made so by rum. 



When I commenced this work it was to be confined 

 to the horse's feet, tracing cause to effect and effect to 

 cause. This book was not named until I had made 

 quite a start in the work, and as it is called " The 

 Horse's Rescue," I shall have to meddle a little with 

 the rum question. I never have talked much on that 

 subject, but I cannot see any way to steer on my course 



