220 THE horse's rescuk 



was great clanger of their cutting and wearing al lout 

 before I got tliem to market, caused by this rosin 

 crumbling off and grinding up and setting some of the 

 wheels to cutting. At any time and all of the time, if 

 I could have got that old liar " They Say " by the 

 nape of the neck I would have made him yell for a 

 while, louder tlian these wagons did. 



Beach fed the horses. I heard a racket in the barn, 

 and I went to see what was up. I found Beach there, 

 one of his horses, the oldest, choking, reeling, and 

 about to fall. She was so old she could not masticate 

 oats. She had been trying to swallow them without 

 chewing, and had got choked. She succeeded in 

 throwinor tliem out of her throat and recovered. I did 

 not know she was so old that she could not eat oats, 

 until then. 



"There is another danger to be looked to. Beach; 

 that mare ought to be fed ground feed. This feed does 

 not do her any good." 



"Oh, she will go it. I have seen her in that fix 



often." 



In the morning we started this train on a new plan. 

 This was, to move slow. Motion creates heat. All is 

 out of harmony. The propelling power is not fit to 

 run. When any of these wheels get to yelling we 

 must stop and rosin and grease them. If this is not 

 done some of these wagons will be spoiled. The 

 skeins and boxes will be cut all out. 



In making up this train the stallion came out head 

 up, full of life, ready for business; the mare was lame. 

 Beach's team looked shrunken; heads down. We 

 moved on slowly, stopping often through tlie day. 



