"How do you think it would suit your case ?" "It does n't become the patient to choose his own nostrums," said I, laughing.

"But I wonder, Doctor, that you have n't long ago tested the value of this by an experiment upon yourself." "Physicians are proverbially shy of their own medicines," said he.
"Well, you see," continued the Skipper, "we had a rough run down the Labrador shore; rainstorms and fogs so thick you could cut 'em up into junks with your jack-knife.

At last we reached a small fishing station away down where the sun does n't sleep in summer, but just takes a bit of a nap at midnight.

Here Wilson went ashore, more dead than alive, and found comfortable lodgings with a little, dingy French oil merchant, who had a snug, warm house, and a garden patch, where he raised a few potatoes and turnips in the short summers, and a tolerable field of grass, which kept his two cows alive through the winter.

The country all about was dismal enough; as far as you could see there was nothing but moss, and rocks, and bare hills, and ponds of shallow water, with now and then a patch of stunted firs.