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us that, though he possessed no great skill, the 

 people hereabouts always go to him. " The other 

 day," said he, "a Turk from Bjelemic (six hours 

 away) sent an express begging me to help him, 

 as he was very ill, and could keep nothing on 

 his stomach — not even water. I diagnosed the 

 case," he continued, "to be one of chill of the 

 abdomen, and I sent the following message : 

 1 Bake a barley loaf, and as it comes out of the 

 oven cut it in two and wet it with brandy. Then 

 pepper it well, and apply it as hot as you can 

 bear it, one half to the stomach, and the other 

 to the small of the back. Eepeat this a few times, 

 and you will be cured.' After the third applica- 

 tion he was cured." I recommend the remedy 

 to my readers if ever in like case when beyond 

 the reach of a doctor or a chemist's shop. At 

 all events, it sounds better than one which was 

 sent me from the Lakat gendarmerie on one 

 occasion when I had run out of opium, and sent 

 to them to ask if they had any. After expressing 

 his regret at having no medicines, the Wacht- 

 meister added, " The best thing for choleraic 

 symptoms is to take black coffee, and sit on a 

 board." This remedy I did not try, preferring 

 to send to Mostar for Dover's powders. 



The good priest, who had thus shown a truly 

 Christian spirit towards an individual Mohammedan, 

 had, I am afraid, an honest Slav hatred for them 



