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saw a horse in my life so nervous as this one, all 

 caused by suffering, starvation, and abuse. She 

 looked wild out of her eyes. She had a large, wild- 

 looking eye. Some told me I would get killed with 

 some of these horses yet. 



At this time I had rented out my shop. I did not 

 work for others on horses, for this reason, I had been 

 badly injured in the shop working on a horse. From 

 that injury I have never recovered. I was hardly 

 able to take care of my own horses for two years. I 

 had to change my cjurse then. In order to live and 

 provide for my family I went to trafficking, that is, 

 buying at wholesale what I thought I could market 

 and make a little on. This business I followed. That 

 was the business I was doing when I rescued this 

 mare. It was sailing on the road, sometimes long 

 drives. I put this mare the next day after I got her 

 on the road ; fed her well. She was soon all clear of 

 her cold, no rattling in her throat. Her hide, as she 

 put on flesh, began to loosen ; holes in her skin where 

 the bones liad worn it through, slowly filled out. My 

 little boy, twelve years of age, took care of these 

 horses As she gained in flesh sVie became less nerv- 

 ous by degrees. Stamping, kicking, and biting nearly 

 all disappeared. A truer and kinder horse and better 

 sjiiler on the road or on a load I never wish to sit behind. 

 I have given you only a little sketch of the hard wres- 

 tles I had in this place. I stopped five years here. 

 My health gave out. I could not stand sailing on the 

 road nor wrestle with hores any more as I was then ; 

 that I could not do. I thought perhaps I might go 

 West, keep cattle, and make a living that way. I 



