One afternoon, about a fortnight after the colonel's visit, Sam saw his master's patient riding up to the gate on horseback.

The doctor happened to be in the yard, and met the colonel and said,-- "How are you now ?" "I am entirely recovered," replied the patient.

"Those pills of yours put me on my feet the next day." "I knew they would," rejoined the doctor.
Sam was near enough to hear the conversation, and was delighted beyond description.

The negro immediately ran into the kitchen, amongst his companions, and commenced dancing.
"What de matter wid you ?" inquired the cook.
"I is de greatest doctor in his country," replied Sam.

"Ef you ever get sick, call on me.