I reckon he thought this was a hard sort of a world to get along in.

It is.

A cross-eyed man has a hard enough time, but a cross-eyed _horse_--well, you don't know how much trouble he can be for hisself, and every one else around him.
"Now, here we was, fixed up like I told you.

Mr.Allopath is over on Sweetwater creek, Mr.Homeopath is maybe in the last stages of starvation.

Old Pinto looks plumb hopeless, and all us fellers is mostly hopeless too, owin' to his uncertain habits in a horse race, yet knowin' that it ain't perfessional for us not to back a Bar T horse that can run as fast as this one can.
"About then along comes Mr.Ostypath.