 But I'll bet you there were a lot of skeletons in there, too, because a lot of those horses didn't make it. Yeah, a lot of old ones. But they condemned. A horse would get pretty old, and they'd get rid of him. I guess all them campers had good old horses. Dad would never turn none back. He'd turn his out and had a barrel of them live until they died, them old wore-out horses. He wouldn't tell nobody. He'd just keep them there.