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loads to draw. It is one continual whip and slash 

 during the whole time. If these poor horses were 

 in shape to draw, it would not be quite so bad. As it 

 is, it is fearful on them. 



While I was in New York city on my return, I met 

 mv old friend, Hiram McConnell. I told him I was in 

 the old business yet, buttling for the horse. No im- 

 pression on him could be made yet, I saw. I sailed for 

 Lake Ridge. I stopped for the night within sixteen 

 miles of home, at a hotel. !Moi-ning came. Whilesit- 

 ting in the bar-room, one of m}^ neighbors came in. 

 He seemed to be sui'prised to see me. 



" Why, here is Doan. Your family will be awful 

 glad to see you. It is talked all over the country you 

 have gone oQ. crazy, never more to return. 



This was Dotliing new to me. This man was badly 

 off his base. He asked me to lend him a dollar. I 

 refused to let him have it, and told him his family 

 would be glad to see him at home. I left him and 

 sailed home. Of course I was crazy. I had got to 

 running around, and the meanest of all was I did not 

 tell everybody when I w^as going, and what my busi- 

 ness was. In a few days I sailed west, to Chicago, 

 looking horses over in different states and in Canada. 

 These fields I have looked over many times in my 

 life. Canada is the worst for botch- work on the 

 horse's foot of all the country I have sailed over. I 

 soon sailed in home asrain. 



Previous to this sail I closed my shop, packed my 

 shoeing tools, and went to Philadelphia to try to intro- 

 duce the science. It was in the hight of the Centen- 

 nial, and but little attention could be attracted, I had 



