A little girl, nine years of age, while coasting, lost control of her sled, and was thrown with great force against a rock; the projecting edge of which, cutting through the stocking, inflicted a wound upon the fleshy part of the leg just above the boot, laying it open to the bone. I was immediately called and found her suffering a good deal of pain, and looking quite pale (in belief).
I gave her a treatment, and, telling her that the pain would soon cease, because matter cannot suffer pain, I returned home. This was about nine o'clock in the morning. At about three o'clock in the afternoon I again called and found her sitting up in bed playing with her little niece, a child of four years.
She was entirely free from pain and with the usual glow of health upon her countenance. After another treatment the wound began to heal. From the first treatment there was no pain; during the whole time of healing there was no appearance of inflammation. In two weeks she resumed her attendance at school. This she could have done sooner had her friends not feared a relapse, which I knew could not occur; for there is no relapse in Truth. Now here was a wound which any physician would have pronounced a very bad one, for the flesh was not only cut to the bone, but was laid open wide, the edges rendered so ragged by the roughness of the rock that friends thought a portion of the flesh must have been removed. This wound was healed without resorting to the "sewing up" process, or to the use of "mollifying salves"—with no pain, no inflammation, no ulceration, and no relapse—simply by the power of Truth.
