Neither of them men realized its virtues.
But I sez to my pardner—“Josiah Allen, don’t you know that this water heals the sick, makes the lame walk, and the blind see? Don’t you realize it as you ort to, Josiah Allen?”
“Oh,” sez he, “I don’t feel any peticular difference in my feelin’s; I feel jest about the same.”
And Martin sed he thought it wuz imagination mostly. Sez he, “You know in sudden danger cripples have been known to walk off; it is the power of their religious fervor that performs the cure.”
“Wall,” sez I, “you can call it what you please, but it is a good thing anyway that cures ’em.” Sez I, “I dare presoom to say that they feel like sayin’ as they walk off and look round—‘One thing I know, whereas I was blind, now I see,’ and they feel like leapin’ and praisin’ the power that has healed ’em.”
Martin kep’ his hands in his pockets and looked onbelievin’, but I see that my talk wuz impressin’ my beloved companion, and he whispered to me while Martin’s back wuz turned—“Do you spoze, Samantha, that it would be apt to cure that corn of mine? I’m most tempted to try it.”
I sez, “Have you the faith, Josiah Allen?”
And he sez, “I have faith that it aches like the old Harry this minute.”
“I have faith that it aches like the old Harry.”