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spots. These formed a circle the shape of the shoe, 



and the spots were the same distance apart that the 



holes in the shoe were. I took my knife and cut in a 



little, and the matter spurted out three feet. I cut the 



other three open in the same way. They all dis- 

 charged in about the same way. These spots, or 



places where these nails went in her feet, were under 



the shoe when it was on. 



^'It was a wonder she did not die with lockjaw. 

 If I bad a pint of tar I could soon make her quite 

 easy from pain." 



Frank was started on a three-mile sail, on a run. 

 He soon came back with the tar. While he was gone 

 I made a boot for her foot. It had a sole on it, and 

 laced up. I put in plenty of tar, put on this boot, laced 

 it up, secured well, and turned her out in the pasture. 

 One of my brothers took his team and we pulled in 

 the first wrecked train. The other train I pulled in 

 two at a trip, wnth the stallion. These wagons all had 

 to be washed. They were all one complete daub of 

 mud. They had worn all of the play they would 

 need. Rosin is the poorest axle tree grease in the 

 world ; that I know. I have had a trial of it. I never 

 tried the best. I have seen it advertised. Beach spent 

 ten days viewing the country while waiting for his 

 poor old horses to rest and recover what they had lost 

 from many causes, preparatory to sailing this road 

 "over again. One he hitched to the sulky, led the 

 oldest behind, and sailed out on Addison Hill ; at the 

 very spot where the one he was then driving gave out 

 with the palpitation of the heart, the one that he 

 led dropped dead in the road the first day. Another; 



