Please move the crib in front of the fire." I did it; and collided with the rug again, which I threw in the fire.
Mrs.McWilliams sprang out of bed and rescued it and we had some words.
I had another trifling interval of sleep, and then got up, by request, and constructed a flax-seed poultice.

This was placed upon the child's breast and left there to do its healing work.
A wood-fire is not a permanent thing.

I got up every twenty minutes and renewed ours, and this gave Mrs.McWilliams the opportunity to shorten the times of giving the medicines by ten minutes, which was a great satisfaction to her.

Now and then, between times, I reorganized the flax-seed poultices, and applied sinapisms and other sorts of blisters where unoccupied places could be found upon the child.

Well, toward morning the wood gave out and my wife wanted me to go down cellar and get some more.