80 TEETH. 
A horse with toothache upon certain days sweats and labors at its 
work; saliva hangs in long bands from the under lip; the countenance 
is utterly dejected; the head is carried on one side or pressed against 
some solid substance, as a wall. The food is ‘“ quidded”—that is, it is 
partially masticated, when, from acute agony, the jaws relax, the teeth 
separate, the lips part, and the morsel falls from the mouth, more or less 
resembling what is termed ‘a quid of tobacco.” 
Upon other days the animal is bounding with life and spirits; the 
movements are light, and the motions are expressive of perfect happi- 
ness. The head is carried jauntily; the lips are compressed; the saliva 
ceases to exude; the food is devoured with an evident relish, and the 
general health appears to be better than it was before the strange dis- 
ease. The continuance of such bliss is, however, very doubtful; the 
different stages will often succeed one another with vexatious rapidity. 
If nothing be done, the horse alternates between anguish and happi- 
ness for an unascertained period, when all acute symptoms apparently 
cease. The lips, though no longer actually wet, are not positively dry; 
the food is often eaten; but as time progresses a sort of gloom hangs 
about the animal, and deepens every day. The horse seems never free 
from some unaccountable torture; more time is now occupied in clearing 
the manger; then the hay may be consumed, but the oats remain un- 
touched. These last are found soaked in apparent water; the fluid 
turns out to be saliva; the symptoms by degrees become more severe; 
a strangely unpleasant odor characterizes the breath; the flesh wastes, 
and the animal ultimately exhibits hide-bound. 
This stage being attained, and the proprietor becoming much per- 
plexed, he is one morning informed by the groom, who displays many 
nods and winks, of a certain mysterious receipt for a wonderful ball that 
never fails, but always cures. The potent bolus is sent for to the chemist, 
and, after sundry explanations, is com- 
pounded. The groom, stiff with pride, 
takes the magic morsel; it is pushed 
rapidly into the horse’s mouth; an ex- 
clamation from the man follows the 
disappearance of the hand, which is 
retracted bathed in blood. 
To afford time for the writer to ex- 
A MOLAR TOOTH HAS BECOME VERY LONG FROM plain this incident, the reader must 
dawn OF ATTRITION IN THE OPPOSING  vouchsafe some patience. The horse’s 
molar teeth are miniature grindstones. 
To supply the wear and tear of so violent a service, the molar teeth, 
originally, have enormous fangs, and, as the eating surface is worn 
