a woman ran out of her house crying that her little boy had fallen into the fire, Jesus had asked her if she had applied any remedy, and on her saying she had not, he had said:  then I will cure him.  With his breath he restored him, and five minutes after the child was playing with his little comrades in the street.  If, however, she had poured oil on the wounds he couldn’t have cured them, Joseph explained, for his affinity with fire would have been interrupted.  In the village of Opeira a child while carrying a kettle of boiling water from the fire tipped it over, burning a good deal of the flesh of one foot, which, however, healed under Jesus’ breath almost as soon as he had breathed upon it.  And yet another child was healed of the croup, but this time it was John who imposed his hands:  Jesus had transmitted some of his power over the ills of the flesh to the disciples.  On Dan asking if Joseph had seen Jesus cast out devils, Joseph replied that he had, but it would take some time to tell the exordium.  Whereupon Ecanus remembered that other patients waited for his attendance and took his leave, warning Joseph before leaving against the danger of tiring his father, a thing that Joseph promised not to do; but as soon as the door closed after the physician Dan began to beg so earnestly for stories that Joseph could not do else than tell him of the miracle he had witnessed.  Better to submit, he thought, than to agitate his father by refusal; and he began this narrative; the morning of the storm, which they would not have succeeded in weathering had it not been for the intervention of the angel.  Jesus and some of the disciples, including Joseph, had set their sail for the Gadarene coasts; and finding a landing-place by a shore seeming desolate, they proceeded into the country; and while seeking a sufficient number to exhort and to teach, their search led them past some broken ruins, shards of an old castle, apparently tenantless.  They were about to pass it without examination when a wailing voice from one of the turrets brought them to a standstill.  They were not at first certain whether the wailing sound was the voice of the wind or a human voice, but they had hearkened and with difficulty had separated the doleful sound into:  woe! woe! woe! unto thee Jerusalem, woe! woe!  It sounds to me, Peter said, like one that is making a mock of thee, Master.  Having heard that thou foretellest woe to Chorazin——­ But Judas, seeing a cloud gathering on Peter’s face, nudged Peter, and the twain went up together and some minutes after returned with a half-naked creature, an outcast whom they had found crouching like a jackal in a hole among the stones, one clearly possessed by many devils.  Now as all were in wonder what his history might be, a swineherd passing by at the time told them how the poor, naked creature would take a beating or a gift of food for his singing with the same gentle grace.  The words had hardly passed the swineherd’s lips than the possessed began to sing: