Before leaving, he sold the publican two bottles of the world-famous Healing Mixture as a pick-me-up.
On the second day the doctor set out to cover as much ground as possible.
He was astute enough to recognise the wisdom of moving on before his customers had time to compare notes.

Before noon, he sold six bottles of the Healing Mixture for influenza, two bottles of the Rheumatic Balm, and one bottle of the same as a certain cure for a peculiar disorder in pigs.
Nickie was going along the main road, heading north, branching off to the farm-houses by the way to sell his cure-all.

He sold one guileless housewife a bottle, assuring her that it would convert brass spoons into real silver.

A little mercury in a rag helped this trifling deception.

On the third day Nickie had to buy some gingernuts to make a fresh supply of the Healing Mixture, and bottles were running short.