is Doctor Skinner--"

"Late graduate of the Philadelphia Veterinary Surgical Institute. Has
practised in seventeen States and four Territories. Can cure anything on
hoofs, from the devil to the five-legged broncho of Arizona, which has
four legs, one on each corner, and one attached to his left flank. With
it, he can travel faster than the swiftest race horse, and when hunted
by the native red men, he throws it over his neck, and smiles urbanely
upon his baffled pursuers."

Swanson roared with delight as the Doctor rolled this off his tongue,
and slapping him on the back, cried:

"You're the same old codger. Haven't changed an inch in seven years.
You've got to stay here a week, two weeks, a month. I've plenty of sick
stock, and some of the boys have horses that need polishing."

"Yes, sah!" broke in the Doctor's companion, a full-blooded negro. "We's
gwine to camp down hyar shuah a monf--"

"Hold your tongue, Scip," said the Doctor. "I'm the talking man here.
Yes! gentlemen," addressing the attentive cowboys, "I can cure anything
that touches the ground--biped, quadruped, or centipede--glanders,
botts, greased hoofs, heaves, blind staggers, it makes no odds. My
universal, self-acting, double compound elixir of equestrian ointment
will perform a cure in each and every case. It is cheap! It is sure! It
is patented! It is the best, and it is here. You may roll up, you may
tumble up, you may walk up, any way to get up, or send your money up,
and you will receive a two-quart bottle of this precious liquid, of
which I am the sole owner, proprietor and manufacturer."