“Indian meal,” was her reply.
“Pshaw! I thought you had found a bag of dollars.”
“Better than dollars. Bring it along.” And she hastened away to the tent where lay her poor patient.
“Sanburn,” said she,—for that was the invalid’s name,—“could you eat some mush?”
“I don’t know what that is. I don’t like any of your fancy dishes.”
“Why, it’s pudding and milk,” said a boy on the next cot.
“O, yes,” exclaimed the starving soldier. “I think I could eat a bucket full of pudding and milk.”
Mrs. Lee was not long in giving him an opportunity for the trial. She at first brought him a small quantity, with some sweet milk, and to her joy, as well as that of the lean, hungry patient, it suited him. He ate it three times a day, and recovered. Indeed, the sack of meal was worth more than a sack of dollars, as she had said.
As strange as this may seem, there are instances on record where very remarkable, yea, absurd articles of diet have cured where medicine failed.