CHAPTER VI.Jagienka herself melted a large pot of bear’s grease. Macko drank the first quart willingly, because it was fresh, and smelt good. Jagienka put the rest of it in a pot. Macko’s hope increased; he was sure he would be cured.
“That is what I needed,” said he. “When all parts inside of me become greasy, then that dog’s splinter will slip out.”
But the next quarts did not taste as well as the first; but he continued to drink it and Jagienka encouraged him, saying:
“You will get well. Zbilud of Ostrog had the links of a coat of mail driven into his neck; but they slipped out because he drank grease. But when your wound opens, you must put some grease of a beaver on it.”
“Have you some?”
“Yes, we have. But if it be necessary to have it fresh, we will go with Zbyszko and get a bea
