The whole cabin was hung about with bunches of herbs, some dry and withered, others fresh and green, giving evidence that they had been only newly gathered.

A number of bottles of all descriptions stood on wooden shelves, but without labels, for the old sinner's long practice and great practical memory enabled him to know the contents of every bottle with as much accuracy as if they had been labelled in capitals.
"How the devil can you live and sleep in such a suffocating compound of vile smells as this ?" asked Woodward.
The old man glanced at him keenly, and replied,-- "Practice makes masther, sir--I'm used to them; I feel no smell but a good smell; and I sleep sound enough, barrin' when I wake o' one purpose, to think of and repent o' my sins, and of the ungrateful world that is about me; people that don't thank me for doin' them good--God forgive them! _amin acheernah!_" "Why, now," replied Woodward, "if I had a friend of mine that was unwell--observe me, a friend of mine--that stood between me and my own interests, and that I was kind and charitable enough to forget any ill-will against him, and wished to recover him from his illness through the means of your skill and herbs, could you not assist me in such a good and Christian work ?" The old fellow gave him a shrewd look and piercing glance, but immediately replied-- "Why, to be sure, I could; what else is the business of my whole life but to cure my fellow-cratures of their complaints ?" "Yes; I believe you are very fortunate in that way; however, for the present, I don't require your aid, but it is very likely I shall soon.
There is a friend of mine in poor health, and if he doesn't otherwise recover, I shall probably apply to you; but, then, the party I speak of has such a prejudice against quacks of all sorts, that I fear we must substitute one of your draughts, in a private way, for that of the regular doctor.

That, however, is not what I came to speak to you about.
Is not Caterine Collins, the fortune-teller a niece of yours ?" "She is, sir." "Where and when could I see her ?--but mark me, I don't wish to be seen speaking to her in public." "Why not ?--what's to prevent you from chattin' wid her in an aisy pleasant way in the streets; nobody will obsarve any thing then, or think it strange that a gentleman should have a funny piece o' discoorse wid a fortune-teller." "I don't know that; observations might be made afterwards." "But what can she do for you that I can't?
She's a bad graft to have anything to do wid, and I wouldn't recommend you to put much trust in her." "Why so ?" "Why, she's nothin' else than a schemer." Little did old Solomon suspect that he was raising her very highly in the estimation of his visitor by falling foul of her in this manner.
"At all events," said Woodward, "I wish to see her; and, as I said, I came for the express purpose of asking you where and when I could see her--privately, I mean." "That's what I can't tell you at the present spakin'," replied Solomon.

"She has no fixed place of livin', but is here to-day and away to-morrow.

God help you, she has travelled over the whole kingdom tellin' fortunes.