Will you have some,
Bishop? It is well corked up with clay, and Menzi said it would keep for
years."
"Well, my dear," answered the Bishop, "I don't quite know. There may be
all sorts of queer things in Mr. Menzi's medicine. Still, he told you to
drink it if necessary, and I am absolutely certain that he does not
wish to poison _you_. So perhaps I might have a try, for really I feel
uncommonly ill."
So later on, with much secrecy, the gourd was produced, and the Bishop
had "a try." By some strange coincidence he felt so much better after it
that he begged for the rest of the stuff to comfort him on his homeward
journey, which ultimately he accomplished in the best of health.
That most admirable and wide-minded prelate departed, and so far as
history records was no more seen in Sisa-Land. But Thomas remained,
and set about the building of the house with his usual vigour. Upon the
Death Rock, as it was called, in course of time he erected an excellent
and most serviceable dwelling, not too large but large enough, having
every comfort and convenience that his local experience could suggest
and money could supply, since in this matter the cheque-book of the
suffering Dorcas was entirely at his service.
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