They replied that there was nothing the matter with Sam, and that he would soon come around all right.
Jim did his best to relieve the negro, giving him the few simple remedies at hand, in the hope that he would drop off to sleep.

Sure enough, in the course of half an hour Sam did fall asleep, and when he awoke, an hour later, was well; and, fully appreciating Jim's kind attentions, said to him, leaning on his enormous elbow in the hammock,-- "Tell you what, sonny, yous been mighty kind to me, and _I'll remember you_, dat's what I'll do." "You would have done the same for me, Sam." "S'pose I would; but dar ain't many dat would hab done it for me, and I _won't forget you_.

But wasn't I 'bout de sickest coon dat you eber seen ?" "You seemed to feel very bad," replied Jim.
"Feel bad?
you'd better beleib I did! Do you know what de matter wid me ?" "No." "I had de Norf American cholera; dat's worse dan de African.

I also had the pneumonia, and de bronchitis, and de measles, and de small-pox, and the cholly-wampus--all at the same time.

Do you wonder dat I groaned ?" "I shouldn't think you could groan at all, if you had so many diseases as that." "Dar's war my toughness and wrastling powers show themselves.