202 THE horse's rescue. 



\7liicli I well know jou cannot, after all this hard work 

 and no reward to perfect this work, to have a lot of 

 i<rncrant men insult jou daily and hourly. I can tell 

 you how I feel sometimes, just like taking my flat 

 liand and mutilating their bugle. They are not of 

 much account. They will have to pass oil of this 

 enrth as many have, and not take much with them. 

 Knowledge is all they can take, and of that they will 

 be a little short. What a man knows is all that makes 

 him anything. What another knows does not help all 

 others only such little as he can teach them ; and 

 where there is no material to work on it is up-hill busi- 

 ness. To make something out of nothing is a very 

 difficult task. When talking horse and that kind of 

 talk, which can be heard coming from me all days and 

 in all places, I have been called drunk by the ignorant. 

 I never had any abuse from the enlightened part of the 

 community. If they did not help me they did not in- 

 sult me. I am about as fearless as the most of men, 

 and yet I do have fear. I do not drink alcoholic 

 drink of any kind for many reasons ; one I will men- 

 tion is this: I am afraid I will get killed by drugs of 

 some kind. I am not afraid to die, but I do not want 

 to fail to introduce this great science on the horse that 

 1 have worked so many years to perfect. 



The last resort of the ignorant, if they cannot keep 

 pace with others in this race of progression, is slan- 

 der. Eead the history of the past, imperfect as it is, 

 and it will give you a little light — enough to open your 

 eyes a little and put you on the right track. You can 

 never learn this science or any other by fighting, ly- 

 incy, and slanderinof others. You may go well dressed. 



