186 THE horse's rescue. 



machine in the wagon was so badly ofi his balance 

 that it fell over the horizontal machine — the propell- 

 ing power. The center or vital part was all in mid- 

 dling order, so much so that it was danger^^ns to set it 

 in motion without a governor. Somebody started it, 

 and down it came. It ran wild. Out went the man 

 headfirst, struck his head against a stone, and knocked 

 his brains out. This horizontal machine kept on go- 

 ing, and if there had been three or four more in this 

 wagon in the same fix the first was in, this machine 

 would have run the same until it smashed up some 

 more. The horse smashed up at his stable. This 

 kind of steam all adds greatly to the suffering of the 

 horse. 



One Sunday, while working in my garden, there had 

 been more than usual of this kind of business going 

 on, which seemed to come from up-town. There 

 must be a fountain, it occurred to me, up there where 

 all this corruption has its rise. It all seems to come 

 from one source. But I have got all I can attend to 

 working and experimenting, and if they will let me 

 alone I will them. I can onlv fio^ht on the defensive. 

 There are too many balanced over the wrong way for 

 me here. I shall, in order to carry out my plans, keep 

 as quiet as possible. It seems to be going rather 

 smooth now. I think they have made up their minds 

 to let me go on in peace. 



After hoeing in my garden all day Sunday (I 

 thought it was Sunday, and others told me it was), I 

 asked several through the course of the day, and my 

 wife said it was. From what I could see going on all 

 around me I could not tell. To look at the day it 



