He keeps the secret of its components to himself, and it is feared that he will die without divulging it; then there will be consternation in Mauritius.

I was told these things by the people there, in 1896.
We had the "faith doctor," too, in those early days--a woman.

Her specialty was toothache.

She was a farmer's old wife, and lived five miles from Hannibal.

She would lay her hand on the patient's jaw and say "Believe!" and the cure was prompt.