One Fourth of July there came a call for help from a lady, whose brother and companion had met with an accident caused by an explosion of gunpowder.
I immediately declared the Truth and went with her to her home. I found the boy frightfully burned and black from the smoke of the powder. His hair was singed and his face, neck, hands, and arms to his elbows burned so badly that the skin would peel off if touched.
He was rushing about the house gritting his teeth in great pain. I treated him in the presence of the family and neighbors, who were greatly excited, and in about fifteen minutes he was sleeping peacefully. The burned flesh began to assume its natural color and no more blisters raised after the treatment was given. He said after he awoke, "Mother, I can rub my hands over my face and it does not hurt me."
