234 THE horse's rescue. 



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"Sn the barn over here a little wav." 



"I cannot tell until I see the horse." 



'' Come, go over and see him." 



*' I will go with you." 



After travelling about half a mile — *' It's that big 

 gray ; his neck is awful sore, and has been a long 

 time. I have used lots of stuff on it. I can't heal 

 it up." 



" It is chawed up ; that is certain." 



" Now what would you do for that?" 



''I would remove the cause very quickly if he was 

 my horse, and 3'ou can do that as well as I." 



"What would vou do?" 



" I would take off that collar and haims, the weiirht 

 off his neck ; wash his neck clean with castile soap, 

 grease it w^iih butter or lard, castor oil, or sweet oil, 

 any of these things will make it feel better. It would 

 get w^ell v/ithout anything after the cause is re- 

 moved." 



The fact is, ignorance is the greatest drawback a 



man ever had This team of horses was not very well 



matched. As for size, one was a small, low pony, the 



other was a tall, ranev horse. The tonf^fueof the wasfon 



was heavy enough for an ox-cart; the yoke was very 



heavy ; the breast-straps were buckled up short on the 



tall horse in such a way that he had to hold at least 



two-thirds of this weight on his neck. The collar was 



a small, nearly worn out thing, cut apart at the top 



and let down, with no pad. IHie collar lacked five 



inches of reaching to the top of the neck; the hames 



were drawn tight together with a hard strap, and that 

 v/as twisted at that. I told liim to remove all of this 



