300 THE horse's rescue. 



was news for three months to some, and I do not know 

 but it is going yet. It is about me 



Since I have commenced to write this book I 

 have had letters from parties threatening to put me 

 in the asylum, there to remain the remainder of 

 my days, and during the same time I have been 

 obliged to write twenty-six pages answering letters. I 

 commenced and numbered the pages so they could 

 make a book to sell. It would save them the trouble 

 of writing one. One of these men was a purple-nosed 

 lawyer. How much it cost to color his nose I do not 

 know. It did not cost him much. He was one of the 

 kind that sells us out. I think I am in my right mind 

 yet, allowing me to be the judge. I have stood it re- 

 markably well considering the surroundings. I will 

 have you know it takes quite a good head, and he 

 needs to be a good financier, to sail clear of the asylum 

 and not get crazy ; to work on horses, cure them with- 

 out medicine with so much opposition. But I am 

 going to try a little longer. This horse that I am at 

 work on now, his name is Prince. The soreness has 

 nearly all gone out of his feet, and yet his shoulders 

 seem somewhat stiff. I tracked this horse back to a 

 colt. I found he had been kept up in the stable 

 nearly all of his life on account of his being unruly 

 and shod very young; before he had got his growth. 

 He had grown up a deformed horse; he could not 

 bear to have a toe cork on his shoes. It would sore 

 him on his cords on hard roads. If his feet were 

 allowed to get half an inch long it would affect him 

 the same. I kept this horse nearly two years. He 

 gradually grew better. I never put any corks on his 



