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at times as high as 60; it was at no period lower than 50 : other¬ 
wise it communicated nothing remarkable. His appetite had been 
very good, but of late it had greatly failed him; he got squeam¬ 
ish about his food, so that we were compelled to get some green- 
meat to coax him to feed. He would also at times pick a little 
corn. During his last illness he was never seen lying down, until 
the morning before the one of the attack which ended in his death. 
He was naturally a lively, high-spirited horse; he became latterly 
quiet, patient, and mopish in his manners; but he had at no time 
been seen to manifest any expression of inward pain. 
I had for some time observed that his belly appeared enlarged ; 
and when I came to direct attention to it, I found that those best 
acquainted with him concurred in this opinion. I made attempts 
to discover the presence of fluid within by auscultation , fluctua¬ 
tion, &c., and I thought these tests confirmed our suspicions; but 
in my mind they are so light in value, that I put but little com¬ 
parative reliance in them. 
On Saturday, the 11th of September, in making my usual 
morning visit, I found my patient, for the first time since the com¬ 
mencement of his present malady, lying down; and, to every 
appearance, at such ease, that I passed on rather than run the 
risk of disturbing him. However, on my return, about half an 
hour after, he had arisen. I perceived him, I imagined, unusually 
low and heavy this morning; and I found, on enquiry, that he 
had not eaten his com, nor indeed his green food, with his accus¬ 
tomed appetite; in fact, that he had left both feeds only partly 
consumed. 
His bowels at this time were relaxed from the green food. I 
directed that he should continue his tonic medicine; and that the 
setons and rowel, both which appeared to be growing dry, should 
be stimulated with a terebinthine dressing. I began to think that 
my patient was advancing more rapidly 
“ To that bourne whence no traveller returns 
and that he had already passed the barrier beyond which all 
human aid or art is but “ malicious mockery. ” And yet to by¬ 
standers all this even appeared as nothing; ’twas but a little 
swelling underneath the belli/. 
“ ’Tis nothing says the fool“ But,” says the friend, 
“ This nothing, sir, will bring you to your end: 
“ Do I not see your dropsy-belly swell ?” 
What rendered his exterior appearance more deceptions was, 
that, to the last, he did not show any marked emaciation; and 
his spirits, so high and mettlesome in health, even at this hour 
seemed inclined to be playful when he was touched in any sore 
or ticklish part. 
