THE hokse's rescue 239 



well. It is snrprising how much thej can stand of 

 this treatment and live and work, their feet murdered 

 to death at the same time. My God ! they must be 

 touuh. 



Poor old graj, vre must soon part, 



To do tliis, it will almost break my heart ; 



We have roamed together almost night and day, 



From the mill I have carried middlings and given you good hay. 



Tins is hard for both you and rae; 



To help other poor horses tliere is no other way that I can see. 



Thia great discovery I must introduce; 



There arc thousands likts you suileriijg the same abuse. 



I have clianged you back as your creator intended you to be; 



3f there is any defect in this job they cannot see. 



Ko mercy to you they will show, 



Tliroiigh deep mud and snow you will have to go; 



It, Avill not be long, this abuse you will have to endure, 



You TO getting %)\d] your time is most out, that is sure. 



They are such poor ju'.Jges of species of your kind, 



They cannot tell if you are old, stiff, lame, or blind. 



On the road they will pound you through 



Night and day, with or without a shoe; 



If any shoes they do put on, 



ThevVo often a thousand times tvorse than none. 



Poor old mare, after you I have sold. 



On you I can not liave any more control. 



You will have to take your chances as all others do; 



I may never hav you again to shoe. 



Up and down hills you will liave to go. 



With all lengths of levers on your toe. 



This pain and suffering your driver cannot feel; 



Its effect extends from top of shoulder to the heel. 



If voti could talk and tell them wiiere the cause all laid. 



Then to piirt wnli you I would not be so much afraid; 



But as this coraplieated matter now stands. 



There is no safety in any man's hands. 



The trouble with your feet will not be all you will have to endure, 



You will have to sleqp on piles of stinking, rotten mauurn. 



