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Chapter 1
1ten-milewalkeverymorning.
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Anddon’tstuffupyourheadwiththingsyoudon’tunderstand."
Ifollowedthedirections,withthehappyresult—speakingformyself—thatmylifewaspreserved,andisstillgoingon.
Inthepresentinstance,goingbacktotheliver-pillcircular,Ihadthesymptoms,beyondallmistake,thechiefamongthembeing"ageneraldisinclinationtoworkofanykind."
WhatIsufferinthatwaynotonguecantell.FrommyearliestinfancyIhavebeenamartyrtoit.Asaboy,thediseasehardlyeverleftmeforaday.Theydidnotknow,then,thatitwasmyliver.Medicalsciencewasinafarlessadvancedstatethannow,andtheyusedtoputitdowntolaziness.
"Why,youskulkinglittledevil,you,"theywouldsay,"getupanddosomethingforyourliving,can’tyou?"—notknowing,ofcourse,thatIwasill.
Andtheydidn’tgivemepills;theygavemeclumpsonthesideofthehead.And,strangeasitmayappear,thoseclumpsontheheadoftencuredme—forthetimebeing. Ihaveknownoneclumpontheheadhavemoreeffectuponmyliver,andmakemefeelmoreanxioustogostraightawaythenandthere,anddowhatwaswantedtobedone,withoutfurtherlossoftime,thanawholeboxofpillsdoesnow. Youknow,itoftenisso—thosesimple,old-fashionedremediesaresometimesmoreefficaciousthanallthedispensarystuff.
Wesatthereforhalf-an-hour,describingtoeachotherourmaladies.