ould diligently instruct us in the right way to
use healing drugs, or bandages.

The first time we were bidden to a woman who gathered berries, who had
been stung in the toe by an adder; and when I set to work to wash the
wound, as my aunt had taught me, Ann turned as white as a linen cloth.
And whereas I saw that she was nigh swooning I would not have her help;
but she gave her help nevertheless, though she held her breath and half
turned away her face. And thus she ever did with sores; but she ever paid
the penalty of the violence she did herself. As it fell Master Ulsenius
came to the Forest one day when my aunt's waiting-woman had fared forth
on a pilgrimage to Vierzelmheiligen, and my uncle likewise being out of
the way, the leech called us to him to lend him a helping hand. Then I
came to know that a fall unawares with her horse had been the beginning
of my aunt's long sickness. She had at that time done her backbone a
mischief, and some few months later a wound had broken forth which was
part of her hurt.

Now when all was made ready Aunt Jacoba begged of Ann that she should
hold the sore closed while Master Ulsenius made the linen bands wet. I
remembered my friend's weakness and came close to her, to take her place
unmarked; but she whispered: "Nay, leave me," in a commanding voice, so
that I saw full well she meant it in earnest, and withdrew without a
word. And then I beheld a noble sight; for though she was pale she did as
she was bidden, nor did she turn her eyes off the wound. But her bosom
rose and fell fast, as if some danger threatened her, and her nostrils
quivered, and I was minded to hold out my arms to save her from falling.
But she stood firm till all was done, and none but I was aware of her
having defied the base foe with such true valor.

Thenceforth she ever did me good service without shrinking; and
whensoever thereafter I had some hateful duty to do which meseemed I
might never bring myself to fulfil, I would remember Ann holding my
aunt's wound. And out of all this grew the good saying, "They who will,
can"--which the children are wont to call my motto.

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