"Put the feet immediately into hot and very strong mustard water--put
in plenty of mustard. Quickly take a strong emetic of ipecac or
mustard water. Go to bed immediately, and send for the doctor. While
waiting for the doctor, get salt mackerel, directly out of the brine,
and bind them to the soles of the feet. And the moment the patient
craves any particular article of food or drink, do not hesitate to
give it _moderately_. If mackerel cannot be obtained, use strong raw
onions or garlic. In a few hours the mackerel will most likely become
putrid; if so, remove them, and apply others."

"Golly! Golly! I knowed it was magic--somethin' like that, and not
medicine at all!" exclaimed the fellow, nodding his head to himself.

"Let me look at your book, to see if you have it correctly written,"
said Agnes, stepping partially behind the driver.

"Lor' bless you, Miss Agony!" he exclaimed, "you'd never be able to
read my writin'. Hold on, an' I'll read fur you myself, an' then yer
ken tell me ef I'm wrong."

As Agnes still manifested a desire to look at the book, however, he
held it for her inspection. But with the exception of here and there a
small word, like _a_ or _the_, she could not decipher any of the
scrawl. So she expressed her desire to hear it read.

The fellow promptly read it all off without a single mistake, much to
the astonishment of Miss Arnold.

"Is that all straight, hey, Miss Agony?" asked he, with a comical