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Half-Past Seven Stories by Robert Gordon Anderson
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As it was so hard for anyone who didn't know the real Indian language
to understand, the man with the long hair and tall silk hat, this wise
Dr. Philemon Pipp, explained it.

"The noble red man, the last of his tribe, Chief-Afraid-of-a-Rat,"
said he, "is a great medicine man. He says that from his native soil
he has distilled a wonderrful medicine that works like magic."

Then, wetting his lips, he leaned over and picked up one of the big
bottles that was full of black juice like the water the children used
to make from licorice sticks.

"If yuh have a pain or an ache, a misery in yuh back, if yuh suffah
from stomach-ache or tooth-ache, or an ache in the head; if yuh feet
burn and blister; if yuh tongue evah feels thick; if yuh feel a leetle
inclined to dizzyness--in fact, if yuh have any ache or trouble in the
world, this medicine will cure yuh, will bring instant relief."

Then he took another bottle and said some more:

"One bottle of this medicine is worth five dollahs. Who would not give
a paltry five dollahs for to be cured of his miseries? But--ladees and
gents, because I was once born in your beautiful ceety I will sell--"

"Why, he even forgot its name," whispered Jehosophat.

"Shush," whispered the Toyman right back at him, "don't give him
away."

But, instead, of Jehosophat giving him away, it seemed Dr. Pipp was
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