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brought out a sick boy about fifteen years old and 
made signs to me to give the youngster a dose of 
the painkiller. The tumbler and spoon and bottle 
were all carefully wrapped up in a neat package 
and I could see that the old man prized this medicine 
kit of his as much as an Arctic explorer might value 
a medal. The directions on the bottle were printed 
in English. As nearly as I could find out, the boy 
had received his last treatment some time during 
the previous summer; evidently the doses were 
given him only when some one happened along 
who could read the directions. I took the bottle 
and the spoon and measured out the proper 
quantity in the glass, added water and admin¬ 
istered it to my patient in a very solemn manner, 
just as if I were a real doctor. I don’t suppose 
there was enough of it to do the youngster any real 
harm; certainly he did not receive medical atten¬ 
tion often enough to do him permanent injury. I 
was very deliberate in my actions; in fact I believe 
I consumed fully half an hour in the process. 
I enjoyed here the best night’s sleep I had had 
since I had left Shipwreck Camp, nearly two 
months before. In the morning the old woman 
presented me with a fine pair of deerskin mittens. 
I gave her a gill-net. To the boy I gave a pocket 
compass and divided a yard or two of ribbon be¬ 
tween the girls. We got away shortly after day- 
