I went at once to the Prisoners Home, where I was kindly received,
and I stayed there two days. The superintendent then paid my passage
to Pittsfield where I wished to go and meet my son. From Pittsfield
I went to Albany, then New York, and from there to Newtown N. J.
Here I went into practice, meeting with almost immediate success,
and staid there two months. It was my habit to go from town to town
to attend to cases of a certain class and to sell my vegetable
preparations; and from Newtown I went to Belvidere, stopping at
intermediate towns on the way, and from Belvidere I went to Harmony,
a short distance below, to attend a case of white swelling, which I
cured.

Now just across the Delaware - river, nine miles above Easton.
Penn., lived a wealthy Dutch farmer, named Scheimer, who heard Of
the cure I had effected in Harmony, and as he had a son, sixteen
years of age, afflicted in the same way, he sent for me to come and
see him. I crossed the river, saw the boy, and at Scheimer's request
took up my residence with him to attend to the case. He was to give
me, with my board, five hundred dollars if I cured the boy; but
though the boy recovered under my treatment, I never received my fee
for reasons which will appear anon. I secured some other practice in
the neighborhood, and frequently visited Easton, Belvidere, Harmony,
Oxford, and other near by places, on either side of the river.

The Scheimer family consisted of the "old folks" and four sons and
four daughters, the children grown up, for my patient, sixteen years
old, was the youngest. The youngest daughter, Sarah, eighteen years
old, was an accomplished and beautiful girl. Now it would seem as if
with my sad experience I ought by this time, to have turned my back
on women forever. But I think I was a monomaniac on the subject of