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become convinced that my notion was well founded, but the 
following case, though a rare one, has, I confess, upset all my 
conception on the subject. If you think it worth a niche in your 
Journal, you are welcome to it. 
On the 16th February last, I was called to a mare under the 
care of a Mr. Osmond, a very respectable farmer at Willsden. 
On being told that her womb was coming down, I stated my 
belief that the case was one of approaching abortion. “ Oh ! 
that can’t be,” said Mr. O. ; “ she was covered only a week 
ago.” However, in two days more, she cast a small foetus, 
which appeared to have been dead ten days or a fortnight. 
On inquiry, and referring to the entries in his book, it ap- 
appeared that the mare was covered several times during the 
season of 1842, and the last time was on October 3. She was 
supposed not to be in foal, and that belief was strengthened by 
her very willingly admitting the horse on January 11, 1843. She 
was put again to the horse on January 21, again on February 2, 
and finally on February 11 ; proving that one fact is worth a 
hundred conjectures, however plausible. 
A CASE OF RABIES IN A HORSE. 
By Mr. W. H. Coates, FaS*., Gainsborough. 
An aged brown horse, the property of Mr. John Corringham, 
of Misterton, had fed well and done his accustomed work. On 
Friday morning, December 22, 1842, nothing unusual was ob- 
served, until the man began to harness him about seven o’clock, 
when he was observed to breathe somewhat laboriously. The 
servant thought that it might be from over feeding, and would 
soon pass away. He was a remarkably good-tempered horse, 
but was now observed to snap at his companion while he was 
feeding. 
He was sent to some light work with the harrow for a few 
hours, and was brought home breathing quickly, sweating and 
trembling. 
I was sent for in the afternoon, and it was dark when I arrived. 
I found him much excited, his head erect and the respiration hurried, 
particularly when any one touched him ; there were cold sweats 
and trembling, an anxious countenance, and a peculiar twitching 
of the angle of the mouth and the face generally. The pulse 
was 60, full and oppressed. I took full eight pounds of blood 
