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Followed more wandering. At Lynchburg he first saw<br />

the smallpox and was impressed. After almost drowning<br />

on the way home, he again entered school and applied himself<br />

for two six-months' terms. He then went to live with<br />

an uncle on the "headwaters of Marietta." Here for several<br />

months he studied botany—the power and use of herbs.<br />

Several more months he spent with an "Indian Doctoress"<br />

and an Indian doctor who possessed "great skill in pulsation."<br />

Under these preceptors the student worked hard;<br />

also at night in books left by <strong>his</strong> father, "applying myself so<br />

intensively . . . that I was very near producing a caterack<br />

in my eyes." He had a good memory and retained much of<br />

what he was taught.<br />

On returning from a trip to Carolina, Carter, as a result<br />

of wading many streams, lost <strong>his</strong> health. Soreness in the<br />

breast and swelling in the stomach alternated with dysentery<br />

and prolonged constipation. Some thought he was<br />

poisoned. Neither an Indian doctor nor a local practitioner<br />

could help. <strong>The</strong> sufferer's pulse was about gone and so was<br />

he, when another doctor applied a "glister ... of green<br />

bitter gord guts," whereupon he shortly passed a<br />

"gallon<br />

of blood and corruption," and, though the doctor predicted<br />

he would die about midnight, proceeded to live. Months<br />

of torture followed. A water doctor told him <strong>his</strong> liver was<br />

destroyed and that he was bound to die. "It is an awful<br />

thing to reflect on seeing our friends lingering around our<br />

bed, waiting to take their final farewell— to feel your<br />

tongue cleave to the rough of your mouth, and the blood<br />

settling under your nales— your cheeks pale, your lips<br />

blue, and your hands clinched, and your breathing perceptibly<br />

growing shorter."<br />

With nerves weakened, pains and running sores in the<br />

chest, sores on the hips, inward fevers, dysentery, tremblings<br />

in the lungs, and a palpitating heart, the patient was<br />

in a fairly bad way. Mercury given by a physician he threw<br />

away, but a friend skilled in herbs prescribed a brew of<br />

dewberry briar roots, burdock roots, wild cherry bark,

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