“Well, somehow,” said Jem, “I seem to fancy they’ll think we’re drowned, and never send at all. But, look here; what’s all this yaller stuff?”
“Sulphur.”
“What, brimstone? Why, so it is. Think o’ their buying brimstone to lay down about their hot baths. I know!” cried Jem, slapping his thigh, “they uses it instead of coal, Mas’ Don; burns it to make the water hot.”
“No, no, Jem; that’s natural sulphur.”
“So’s all sulphur nat’ral.”
“But I mean this is where it is found, or comes.”
“G’long with you.”
“It is, Jem; and that water is naturally hot.”
“What, like it is at Bath?”
“To be sure.”