I think that I am going to die." Her husband tried to cheer her with his Clumsy pleasantries.

"You are going to die when the good God wills it, and according to my way of thinking that will not be for a while yet.

What would He be doing with you?
Heaven is all cluttered with old women, and down here we have only the one, and she is able to make herself a bit useful, every now and then ..." But he was beginning to feel anxious, and took counsel with his daughter.
"I could put the horse in and go as far as La Pipe," he suggested.
"It may be that they have some medicine for this sickness at the store; or I might talk things over with the cure, and he would tell me what to do." Before they had made up their minds night had fallen, and Tit'Be, who had been at Eutrope Gagnon's helping him to saw his firewood, came back bringing Eutrope along with him.
"Eutrope has a remedy," said he.

They all gathered round Eutrope, who took a little tin box from his pocket and opened it deliberately.
"This is what I have," he announced rather dubiously.

"They are little pills.