If we had no rain,
the cattle would have no pasture, the cows give no milk,
our children become lean and die, our wives run away to other tribes
who do make rain and have corn, and the whole tribe become dispersed and lost;
our fire would go out.
M. D. I quite agree with you as to the value of the rain; but you can not
charm the clouds by medicines. You wait till you see the clouds come,
then you use your medicines, and take the credit which belongs to God only.
R. D. I use my medicines, and you employ yours; we are both doctors,
and doctors are not deceivers. You give a patient medicine. Sometimes God
is pleased to heal him by means of your medicine; sometimes not - he dies.
When he is cured, you take the credit of what God does. I do the same.
Sometimes God grants us rain, sometimes not. When he does,
we take the credit of the charm. When a patient dies,
you don't give up trust in your medicine, neither do I when rain fails.
If you wish me to leave off my medicines, why continue your own?
