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we can do is to remove all the cause we can, and keep 

 it removed. 



It has been some time since you have heard from 

 the old white mare. She is doint:^ finely. She is im- 

 proving all the time. Her shoulders are nearly alike. 

 When she trots fast she seems a little stiff. I am not 

 going to move out of this town, on account of this old 

 mare. She is far better off now than I expected her 

 to become when I commenced on her. I am well paid 

 for my labor if she never improves any more. I have 

 worked on this mare five months. It is March now. 1 

 shall soon want to sell her. She is of no use to me 

 any more. It will be a rather hard job to sell her, for 

 she is very old. I must let her go if I give her away. 

 They will not know this mare in this town. She has 

 not been seen in a long time. She does not look like 

 that old mare I had towing around the streets last fall, 

 and no argument can be used to convince them, and I 

 shall not try. I want her off my hands. I am going 

 to start this science in another place, if I can. This 

 has been a tough town to work on the horse. It has 

 about killed me. I have taught all of the time, and 

 no one seems to be interested in my science, that is, 

 to learn it. I cannot get their attention except when 

 I am bugling in the streets, and that has become a 

 common thing with them. They do not bcem to un- 

 derstand what I am trying to do. They stare a little 

 and go about their business, unless I set up a yell. 

 Then they go for me : 



*'Say, Doan, what do you do for a horse that has 

 got a sore neck?" 



" Where is your horse ?" 



