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death and rotted down by my blood getting bad by 

 breathing this filth, all caused by people not keeping 

 their horses and stables clean. Breathing this foul air 

 in stables will make the blood of the horse impure 

 faster than anything else can ; cattle the same. We 

 all are judges, and all constantly judging each other. 

 Some judge one way, some other wa3^s, and there are 

 all degrees of judgment on all things. Others can 

 judge as they like. I do. But I never judge a man's 

 worth by the money or the wealth he has, neither by 

 his wearing apparol. He might sit on a throne of 

 solid, pure gold, with a crown on his head that out- 

 dazzled the brightness of the sun, and be clothed in 

 roval robes that were decorated with costly diamonds 

 that hung in festoons, with the costliest plumage, with 

 a trail twenty feet long in the rear trimmed the same. 

 All this would not have any effect on me in judging 

 his worth. It would not add any to his worth or 

 knowledge or goodness. A fool can be dressed in this 

 way, and many have been. Such men as these can 

 never cure these suffering horses. They like pomp 

 and show too well, and what they call ease. I would 

 rather be in some cold barn relieving the suffering of 

 one horse than see all the pomp and show on the globe. 

 Working men are what is required to cure and intro- 

 duce this work. To pomp and show I never bow and 

 scrape. Neither do I worship any man. A dead man 

 would be of as much use to me to introduce this science 

 as a sit-still. A king on a throne is about as useless 

 as a dead man can be. Work and business is the plan 

 of operation in this world. Live men are what make 

 things move, and sometimes they move things some 



