54 PEEP AT OUR NEIGHBORS.

Now I don’t profess to know much
about the theory of disease, or the best
way to get it out of a man, when it gets
into him. I belong to no particular
school. It would puzzle me, possibly,
to tell to which of the numerous pathies
of the present age I most incline. But I
must say, with all proper respect for
science, that we Willow Lane folks were
most unmercifully overdosed. Why,
when one of us was taken with ever so
slight an ailment, and the doctor was
sent for, the chances were that before we
got out of his hands, he tried the con-
tents of half the vials in his saddle-bags
on us, to say nothing of the blood which