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their bagles. This mare liked music; it waked her 

 up some. She put on more style on that account, and 

 vet I did not attract much attention ; neither did the 

 horse. After driving around this town a few hours I 

 did not seem to surprise any one ; then I began to get 

 surprised myself. I talked with some; they did not 

 know this mare. There was only four in this town 

 that knew this mare, and no argument could convince 

 them that it was the same old mare I led around that 

 town six months previous, and talked in many places 

 and told them I was going to try to cure her without 

 medicine or mutilating her in any way. I tcld them 

 thev would not know her, and they did not. Doctor 

 Woodrough's residence and mine joined. George, his 

 son, was a horse-trainer by profession. His brother 

 was around the stables. These three men knew what 

 I was doing, and trying to do. Our barns joined. I 

 made the fourth man that knew this mare in this 

 town. They had seen her often, and watched the 

 change. While driving around this town I passed a 

 grocery. There were several standing around. The 

 Woodrough boys were there. They saw me pass. 

 Says George : " There goes Doan with that old mare 

 lie had towing around here last fall." 



I overheard them talking, but I did not stop. It 

 was no use. I sailed on. George and his brother 

 got up quite a racket about it. They told me these 

 men said this mare I was driving was a colt. I had 

 let that old mare go long ago. They would bet 

 twentv-five dollars it was not the same old mare. The 

 boys were ready to bet with them, but it turned out 

 all wind, as it usually did. I always had money to 



