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Show CHAPTER SIX Siooern abrade plants One day last summer, a man suffering with ague lay down in the shade of an old tree by a small temple near TUNCCHOW'S north gate. As he rested there he heard a voice say: "Go and buy some incense; burn some as an offering to the snake that is the presiding spirit of this tree, mix the rest with the water of the river at your side, drink and you shall be well." The man obeyed and was cured. He told his friends of his miraculous recovery, they told their friends, and so the news spread. Pilgrims came from near and far. Someone met a woman on the train, coming from Paotingfu with a bottle to take some of the healing waters to her sick daughter. The tree is hung with many banners by those grateful for the healing of themselves or those whom they love. Incidentally the temple has grown rich. Those of us wdio know something of the water of the river can understand how many that drank it might have been cured of all ills forever, but wonder how those cured could return to decorate the tree with banners. Last summer, in PEKING, at a most attractive suburban resort, where a tiny rill flowed into the canal, there was acclaimed healing power for body and spirit. Crowds surged to this shrine just outside the city. Intelligent citizens published The Tree that Heals All Ills. Tungchow |