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Updated: June 6, 2025
Maybe that's how it come they ain't allus on the war-path, an' maybe that's how it come their river's called Peace River. Their chief is a Med'cine Man; has been ever since they was drove across the mountains from British Columbia. They was pretty nigh wiped out when that happened, so they did away wi' havin' a 'brave' fer a chief, an' took on a 'Med'cine Man.
There's a chymist in London what pays me five shillings an ounce for a little green yerb I knows on, cos' it's the on'y med'cine as keeps a millionaire customer of 'is a-goin'. I finds the yerb, an' the chymist gits the credit. I gits five shillin', an' the chymist gits a guinea. That's all right! I don't mind! I on'y gathers, the chymist, 'e's got to infuse the yerb, distil an' bottle it.
"But I feel sure I can be of help to Jeb as well as to you, John," insisted Tom. "No, Mis'r Tom. It's all over," sighed Jeb, in a funereal tone. "Ah've made up mah mind to take the med'cine, er beat it!" With that, Jeb spurred his horse on and joined his master, leaving John to merely hint at the great trouble that almost disrupted the household at Pebbly Pit.
Guess we're not yearning for the scalliwag Shaunekuks thieving around. It'll be two hours. The sun'll be shining there," she pointed, indicating an immense bank of forest trees. "Where's Med'cine Charlie? By the teepees of the Shaunekuks? He's most generally that way." Little One Man nodded, and grinned in his crumpled way. "Oh, yes," he said. "But I get 'em." "Good. See to it." The girl nodded.
Prescribes, attends, the med'cine makes and gives. Is there a variance? Enter but his door. Balked are the courts and contest is no more.... Thrice happy man! enabled to pursue What all so wish, but want the power to do! Oh say what sums that generous hand supply, What mines to swell that boundless charity? Of debts and taxes, wife and children, clear.
That time Wagalexa Conka boss of Indians. He Indian Agent. He take care whole bunch. He make peace when fights, he give med'cine when somebody sick. He awful good to them Indians. He give me candy, always stop to talk me. I like him. My father like him. All them Indians like him plenty much. My father awful sick one time, he no let doctor come. Leg broke all in pieces.
She saw that Little One Man and Med'cine Charlie were amongst the crowd. It was all she needed. In a moment she had flung herself in front of her Indian's bleeding body, and whether by design or chance the muzzle of her rifle was pointing and covering her step-father. Her eyes were on his inflamed face. They were confronting him without a sign of fear or any other emotion.
Still, he got his med'cine from Bill all right. And he got the rough side of my tongue, too. Yes, I shall certainly get rid of both. Charlie's always urging me to." She wiped her hands on a cloth. "There, thank goodness I've finished that messy job." She released the jack under the axle, and the wheel dropped to the ground. "Now I can load up my grips," she exclaimed.
As it was, Doc Crombie, whatever may have been his faults, was before all things a man. He turned from Jim with a shrug. "Plain speakin's good med'cine," he said, glancing coldly over his shoulder. "You've spoke a heap plain. So will I. Hit your own trail, boy. But remember, this dogone rustler's got to be rounded up and finished off as neat as a rawhide rope'll do it.
Wal unless you say right here you're goin' to hit the trail with me, when things get busy; unless you tell me right out you're goin' to let me square off jest a bit of the score you got chalked up agin me all these years by lettin' me help you out in this racket, then I'm goin' to set right out ther' by the old stockade, and when Bob Richards gets around, he an' as many of his dogone dep'ties as I can pull down are goin' to get their med'cine.
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