CHAPTER IX. 



FOUR DAYS AT ROCHESTER. 



jNTICIPATING rain during the fore- 

 noon and fearing tliat my journey 

 might be interrupted in consequence, 

 I started at an early liour on the morn- 

 ing of June eighth from Fairport, and 

 riding at a brisk pace came into 

 Rochester at eleven o'clock. 



Just before reaching the city, a halt 

 was made at a little hamlet, two or three 

 miles out, for the purpose of treating PcmVs back. 

 Heretofore the necessity of meeting my lecture 

 appointments along the route had given me no 

 opportunity to attend to the painful bruise, al- 

 though I had been studying the various modes 

 of treatment recommended by veterinary surgeons 

 from the time I left Boston until now. The 

 peculiar nature of my journey gave me an excellent 

 opportunity to follow this especial course, and I felt 

 confident of my ability to do all that was possible for 

 my faithful horse, yet at every stopping-place some 

 kindly disposed admirer of the horse had some favor- 

 ite prescription whicli he had found a never-failing 

 cure for the particular affliction that daily confronted 



flae. The enterprising little hamlet in question had 



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