Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1910-06-24
CHAPTER V.
CONTINUED from last week.

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fed the horses, and seeing the sorrel
horse lying down, he thought the
horse was still sleeping, and threw
corncob at him.
Come, wake up there, lazy bones. y
he shouted, but the only response
was a groan.
What in the nation is the matter
now?" he asked himself, as he went
around in the stable and gave the
horse a poke with the fork handle.
"Get up here" he shouted, and
gave the horse another poke with
the fork handle. The sorrel got up on
his feet, but stood with his head
down.
He'd better not try that with
me-" said Dick, to himself, in an I'M
dertone, as he munched his corn.
Looks like a sick horse, sure, ="
said Shane 81 never knew that
horse to refuse to eat before. Fire
and thunder!" he exclaimed, as he
looked in the gray mares stall, and
saw that she had not touched her
corn. Somebody must have poison
ed these horses"
He led the sorrel horse and gray
mare out in the barn-yard, where
they rolled around and made a great
show of having the collie.
tom. come here!" shouted Shane,
as Tom came sauntering down the
path with his milk pail. you put
the saddle on Dick, an go down an
get Hodges as quick as you can"
Tom did as he was manded;
but when he attempted to bring Dick
out of the stable he pretended to be
so stiff that he could not get out.
Shane was called up and made ac-
quainted with the state of affairs.
What in the nation do you suppose
is the matter with emp" he asked,
still more astounded. 'Tain't no
founder, for they haven't been over
fed"
I've an idea that it's some of that
mules work" said tom. Like as
not he's been kicked"
81 reckon one mule wouldn't kick
all the horses on the place." said
Shane, as they examined him for
hOof marks and found none.
"Well. you'll just have to walk
down to town an get Hodges, an
be quick about it,"
ut does beat ALL" said Shane, as
he RETURNED to the house. There's
no misfortune FLYNN that don't
light on this farm"
What is the matter now?" asked
Mrs Shane.
why, every horse on the farm is
disabled in one way or another"
said Shane.
We'll, thought you were work
ing those horses too hard" said Mrs.
Shane. you should remember,
John, that horses are not machines
that can go on forever. You should
judge their feelings something by
your own. You raised Mikes wages
for working overtime, but what
have you given these horses for their
overwork? Have you given them
any better care or better food?"
ooh, you have foolish notions
about such things an you and me
will never agree on them pints,"
said Shane.
1T is true, nevertheless, that if
you would give your horses better
care, and lighter work, you would
be the gamer in the end" said Mrs.
Shane
How can l help it," said Shane;
here's only three horses left on the
farm, an I've got to get all the work
| can out of EN-"
ut was overwork that put Dobbin
in the shape he is now in" said Mrs.
Shane. "If he had been properly
cared for, and not been given work
he couldn't do, he would have work
ed all summer"
We'll, what's done can't be un-
done; an I've got to get them horses
on their feet again. Them foolish no.
tons of yours won't make any money
on the farm; so there's no use dis
cussin' EN-"
Time will show" was Mrs.
Shane's parting shot
Hodges soon arrived and worked
on the horses all day, and at nj ght
they did not seem any better than
when he began. He said they were
the most peculiar and stubborn cases
he had ever seen. Dick had several
quiet laughs at the expense of the
other horses because they had to
take nasty medicine, while his treat
ment was external. Hodges said he
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