Among the numerous applicants at the dispensary of the Johns
Hopkins Hospital, a few days ago, was a negro who confided
in awestricken tones that he was suffering from snakes. He
declared he felt them wriggling inside of him ever since he had
endeavored to quench his thirst by drinking from a garden hose
when, he believed, at least one or two had slipt down his throat.
Argument being in vain, the patient was turned over to one
of the physicians who, after hearing the story, pretended an
examination. Deeming it a case for faith cure, he told the negro
he would be all right as long as he would keep his mind off the
subject of the creeping things of the earth. With smiles of
gratitude he left the hospital.--Baltimore _Sun._
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