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know this is the only safety. You cannot learn mncli 

 from ''They Say." He does not know much about 

 the horse. 



I must tell you how I got the worst wrecked on the 

 Boad I ever was in my life in many ways. Some was 

 due to listening to " They Say," some to a sneak thief, 

 some to not using reason and judgment after my 

 judgment told me better. I was twenty-eight years 

 old at that time. I carried on the wagon trade con- 

 nected with shoeing the horse. My market for some 

 of these wagons was in Tioga county, Pennsylvania. 

 The distance from my place, where I carried on this 

 business at that time, was about one hundred miles. 

 It was up and down heavy hills nearly all the way. 

 I knew the road well. I had taken wagons over this 

 road and driven horses. This is the way I nearly 

 always went for many years before and after this trip 

 on this business and other. I have business there 

 now, and have had every year since I was twenty-one 

 years old, sometimes twice a year, seldom driving the 

 same horse or horses. When I would get home I 

 would sail after these horses about three hundred 

 miles or more, and not be missed at home except by a 

 few, and sail in all right, no wreck on the horse. The 

 horses were fitted for this journey in many ways. The 

 last thing I did was to prepare their feet, and that was 

 the last thing I did to them every night, to see that 

 they were all right, while I was making up this train 

 to go over this road. There were ten in all. I had 

 ironed a heavy wagon for one of my neighbors. The 

 wheels were in the shop. This man came in. He had 

 a kettle in his hand and a lot of rosin. " They say," 



