SI6 TKE HOUSES KESCUE. 



THE HOESE'S APPEAL FOR MERCY. 



Do on me some feeling, judgment, and mercy show, 



I cannot travel with these long levers on my toes. 



Just look at my feet, you can see very plam. 



Every step I take on my cords there is an awful strain. 



To ri^e over these long and peaked toes, 



It me all out of action and balance throws. 



And that is not all, I have no use of my feet. 



All contH'acted, sore, full of unnatural heat, 



The structure of mj^ feet are all out of condition to run; 



To travel in this way, and not hurt, it cannot be done. 



Look at my heels, all pinched up, you can easily see; 



They are not as my creator intended them to be. 



I am worse off than you think I am. I know 



They ache and hurt me so I can hardly go. 



I wish you would take me and have my feet spread ; 



I cannot stand this long, I shall soon be dead. 



Iti s cruel to pound me around in this way. 



When all of my trouble can be leraoved in a day. 



Unless this is done, I never can any better be; 



I am growing worse every day, you can plainly see. 



I shall soon be of no kind of use to you; 



You will only have me to feed; no work can I do. 



"When I am completely thrown back off my base, 



What condition am I to put in a race? 



I will only be laughed at; they will of me make fun; 



The condition I am now in, I cannot trot or run. 



To whip and jerk me, it will only make matters worse; 



To get there in this condition I cannot first. 



With all lengths of levers on the ends of my toes, 



If you hurry me in this condition, out of balance all ^oea. 



