All the creatures about the place were clean and fearless, quite unlike their relations elsewhere; and Tom begged to be taught how to make all the pigs and cows and poultry in our village tame, at which the farmer only gave one of his grim chuckles.
It wasn't till they were just ready to go, and old Dobbin was harnessed, that Benjy broached the subject of his rheumatism again, detailing his symptoms one by one.

Poor old boy! He hoped the farmer could charm it away as easily as he could Tom's wart, and was ready with equal faith to put another notched stick into his other pocket, for the cure of his own ailments.

The physician shook his head, but nevertheless produced a bottle, and handed it to Benjy, with instructions for use.

"Not as 't'll do 'ee much good--leastways I be afeard not," shading his eyes with his hand, and looking up at them in the cart.

"There's only one thing as I knows on as'll cure old folks like you and I o' th' rheumatiz." "Wot be that then, farmer ?" inquired Benjy.
"Churchyard mould," said the old iron-gray man, with another chuckle.
And so they said their good-byes and went their ways home.