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No harm , '' said the Indian . `` You scairt put in your eye , then just smell it , and tie round your head . '' `` I 'll try it , by all means , '' asserted Jack . So , at noon , while Larry and Jack cooked the dinner , Fox-Foot penetrated the woods , returning with some crooked little brown roots , which he bound about Jack 's forehead and made him inhale . They exuded a peculiar sweetish odor , that seemed to wash the eyeball like water , and when the afternoon was half spent , Jack remarked that his eyelids had ceased to smart . `` One week , maybe , be all right , '' answered the Indian . And his words proved correct .