292 THE horse's rescue. 



After working on him many months to get rid of 

 that old, dead, lifeless shell, his foot was smaller than 

 it was when I first commenced. How is this? I had 

 got up to the small place in his foot. Now I can go 

 ahead. ISTow I have got where I can flatten out his 

 foot and it begins to show more life. Kemember, this 

 horse did all of my work, long and short drives, and 

 was driven on purpose to give him work, and I had all 

 the exercise I wanted in the shop at the same time, 

 balancing cripples ; in fact, it was getting red-hot for 

 me. So I made up my mind to have a little rest after 

 getting up my crippled horse in good shape. To leave 

 for a while, I sailed out. I had business in New York, 

 Washington, and Chicago, tracking up a shipwreck 

 somebody had made of one of my inveutions. To please 

 myself I wanted to find the cause of it — that is, where 

 it was located. It had made quite a racket for many 

 years. I hauled in at the center of this, our great re- 

 public. I always had time to spend looking after the 

 interest of the horse. 



You can see me standing in the streets of New York 

 city for hours looking at the condition of horses as 

 they passed. The flat feet seem to stand it the best 

 on all horses. All cupping feet that I saw were in a 

 very bad condition, and the horses that had that kind 

 were badly out of harmony of action, off their base 

 and bahmce in many ways, which I have already de- 

 scribed and explained. My time was mostly spent 

 while in this city looking at horses. I next sailed to 

 Washington. While standing on the verandah of the 

 hotel I saw coming down a beautiful, smooth drive- 

 way toward this hotel a very nice single turnout I 



