Chapter XV.
ADVENTURES AT VARIOUS SPRINGS.
A few days after this, Josiah Allen came in, and sez he, “The Everlastin’ spring is the one for me, Samantha! I believe it will keep me alive for hundreds and hundreds of years.”
Sez I, “I don’t believe that, Josiah Allen.”
“Wall, it is so, whether you believe it or not. Why, I see a feller just now who sez he don’t believe anybody would ever die at all, if they kep’ themselves’ kind a wet through all the time with this water.”
Sez I, “Josiah Allen, you are not talkin’ Bible. The Bible sez, ‘all flesh is as grass.’”
“Wall, that is what he meant; if the grass wuz watered with that water all the time, it would never wilt.”
“Oh, shaw!” sez I. (I seldom say shaw, but this seemed to me a time for shawin’.)
But Josiah kep’ on, for he wuz fearfully excited. Sez he, “Why, the feller said, there wuz a old man who lived right by the side of this spring, and felt the effects of it inside and out all the time, it wuz so healthy there. Why the old man kep’ on a livin’, and a livin’ till he got to be a hundred. And he wuz kinder lazy naturally and he got tired of livin’. He said he wuz tired of gettin’ up mornin’s and dressin’ of him, tired of pullin’ on his boots and drawin’ on his trowsers, and he told his grandson Sam to take him up to Troy and let him die.
“Wall, Sam took him up to Troy, and he died right away, almost. And Sam bein’ a good-hearted chap, thought it would please the old man to he buried down by the spring, that healthy spot. So he took him back there in a wagon he borrowed. And when he got clost to the spring, Sam heard a sithe, and he looked back, and there the old gentleman wuz a settin’ up a leanin’ his head on his elbo and he sez, in a sort of a sad way, not mad, but melanecolly, ‘You hadn’t ort to don it, Sam. You hadn’t ort to. I’m in now for another hundred years.’”
