"
"Why, there you are right, my old friend. I forgot that."
"You forgot it? Tell the truth at once, and say you didn't know it. But
may be you did forget it, for troth he'd be a poor crature that didn't
know whiskey was made from barley."
He here turned his red satirical eye upon Woodward, with a glance that
was strongly indicative of contempt for his general information.
"Well," he proceeded, "the power of yarribs is wondherful,--if it was
known to many as it is to me."
"Why, from long practice, I suppose, you must be skilful in the
properties ol herbs?"
"Well, indeed, you needn't only suppose it, but you may be sartin of it.
Have you a good appetite?"
"A particularly good one, I assure you."
"Now, wouldn't you think it strange that I could give you a dose that
'ud keep you on half a male a day for the next three months."
"God forbid," replied Woodward, who, among his other good qualities, was
an enormous trencherman,--"God forbid that ever such a dose should go
down my throat."
"Would you think, now," he proceeded, with a sinister grin that sent his
yellow tusk half an inch out of his mouth, "that if a man was jealous
of his wife, or a wife of her husband, I couldn't give either o' them a
dose that 'ud cure them?"
"Faith, I dare say you could," replied Woodward; "a dose that would free
them from care of all sorts, as well as jealousy.
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