CHAPTER X. FEVER AND AGUE.
In the course of two or three months, the fever and ague increasing in violence, and the attacks becoming more frequent, together with the hard and exacting work wliich required a strenuousness that I could not endure, I was compelled to leave the place or die. I naturally chose the former course and went home to the old farm. Having great faith in the old family physician, I thought he surely could cure me, but he utterly fafled to do me any good.
There was a lady — a lovely woman — Uving on an adjoin¬ ing farm, who practiced the Thomsonian system of medicine, which, at that time, had many followers, and being a good neighbor and a kindly woman, she took a great interest in me and most thoroughly diagnosed my case. I told her of all my efforts to prevent the chill from coming on, that I had lain on a three-inch-thick plank between two heating furnaces, both at work, and only thirty inches apart, that the chill and shake had come on while I was lying there, that the suffering I had endured was simply indescribable, and that it had become a matter of indifference to me whether I Uved or died. I also told her that every person I met, black or white, had a cure for me. After I had told her all, she said if I had faith she could surely warm me up. I told her I ought to be very strong in faith, as I had drawn but Uttle on my stock on hand of late. The first tiling she gave me was a concoction of lobeUa, as an emetic, which made me so sick I thought I should surely die. After I had in a measure recovered from the effects of the emetic, she