Or s'pos'n that cow eats a pison vine in the woods; am I going to let my innocent customers be killed by it for the sake of saving a little labor at the pump?
No, sir; I slush in a few quarts of water, neutralize the pison, and there she is as right as a trivet.
"But you take the best milk that ever was, and it ain't fit for the human stomach as it comes from the cow.

It has too much caseine in it.
Prof.Huxley says that millions of poor ignorant men and women are murdered every year by loading down weak stomachs with caseine.

It sucks up the gastric juice, he says, and gets daubed all around over the membranes until the pores are choked, and then the first thing you know the man suddenly curls all up and dies.

He says that out yer in Asia, where the milkmen are not as conscientious as we are, there are whole cemeteries chock full of people that have died of caseine, and that before long all that country will be one vast burying-ground if they don't ameliorate the milk.

When I think of the responsibility resting on me, is it singular that I look at this old pump and wonder that people don't come and silver plate it and put my statue on it?
I tell you, sir, that that humble pump with the cast-iron handle is the only thing that stands betwixt you and sudden death.
"And besides that, you know how kinder flat raw milk tastes--kinder insipid and mean.