His bright and illuminating intelligence dealt with this problem in all its many-sidedness.
"I wish you'd enter one of the learned professions, Solomon--have you ever thought of medicine ?" he inquired.

Mr.Mahaffy laughed.

"But why not, Solomon?
There is nothing like a degree or a title--that always stamps a man, gives him standing--" "What do I know about the human system ?" "I should certainly hope you know as much as the average doctor knows.
We could locate in one of these new towns where they have the river on one side and the canal on the other, and where everybody has the ague--" "What do I know about medicine ?" inquired Mahaffy.
"As much as Aesculapius, no doubt--even he had to make a beginning.

The torch of science wasn't lit in a day--you must be willing to wait; but you've got a good sick-room manner.

Have you ever thought of opening an undertaker's shop?
If you couldn't cure them you might bury them." A certain hot afternoon brought them into the shaded main street of a straggling village.