On one occasion, when making pills and ointment, Sam made a great
mistake. He got the preparations for both mixed together, so that
he could not legitimately make either. But fearing that if he
threw the stuff away, his master would flog him, and being afraid
to inform his superior of the mistake, he resolved to make the
whole batch of pill and ointment stuff into pills. He well knew
that the powder over the pills would hide the inside, and the fact
that most persons shut their eyes when taking such medicine led
the young doctor to feel that all would be right in the end.
Therefore Sam made his pills, boxed them up, put on the labels,
and placed them in a conspicuous position on one of the shelves.
Sam felt a degree of anxiety about his pills, however. It was a
strange mixture, and he was not certain whether it would kill or
cure; but he was willing that it should be tried. At last the
young doctor had his vanity gratified. Col. Tallen, one of Dr.
Saxondale's patients, drove up one morning, and Sam as usual ran
out to the gate to hold the colonel's horse.
"Call your master," said the colonel; "I will not get out."
The doctor was soon beside the carriage, and inquired about the
health of his patient. After a little consultation, the doctor
returned to his office, took down a box of Sam's new pills, and
returned to the carriage.
"Take two of these every morning and night," said the doctor, "and
if you don't feel relieved, double the dose.
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