216 THE HORSES RESCUE. 



up, and hung a big pail of grease on the hind end of 

 the wagon. The last job I did preparatory to this 

 sail was to shoe and dress up my horses' feet the day 

 before starting, put them in their stable, and gave 

 them a good, soft bed. I had a young man at work 

 for me in the shop ; the two first letters of his name 

 were Clark Cheeny. In the morning, while I was 

 harnessing my horses, this young man came to the 

 barn with the shoeing tools. I had not looked at my 

 liorses' feet. I had just shod them, and I did not 

 know they had been out of the stable. What's up? 

 I drove the mare a little ways last night and she tore 

 ojff a shoe. This was something she had ne^er done 

 before. The shoe was nailed, and the nails put in the 

 same holes. I stood all this and more. If ever a 

 man deserved damning and kicking he was one. 

 After I returned from this trip I tracked up this sneak 

 to see how far he drove the mare that night. I tracked 

 him thirty miles. How much farther he lamed her 

 that night I know not. So much for a sneak thief. I 

 started on this hurd trip, not in the best of humor, 

 on account of my mare having been driven all night, 

 and I being oblige to drive her all day. 



I had sailed only a few miles before I heard some 

 of the biggest bugling I ever heard from wagons; 

 nearly all were playing, and all playing different 

 tunes— all caused by listening to what "They Say," 

 says without thinking. The horses had ajl they could 

 do to draw the wagons on level roads. Going on in 

 this way for a short time, some of the wheels refused 

 to turn,, and slid on the ground. This will not do; it 

 will kill the horses and spoil the wagons. This is a 



