But these grave and sagacious personages would scarcely listen to him.  The oldest doctor in town contented himself with remarking, that no such thing as inoculation was mentioned by Galen or Hippocrates, and it was impossible that modern physicians should be wiser than those old sages.  A second held up his hands in dumb astonishment and horror, at the madness of what Cotton Mather proposed to do.  A third told him, in pretty plain terms, that he knew not what he was talking about.  A fourth requested, in the name of the whole medical fraternity, that Cotton Mather would confine his attention to people’s souls, and leave the physicians to take care of their bodies.

In short, there was but a single doctor among them all, who would grant the poor minister so much as a patient hearing.  This was Doctor Zabdiel Boylston.  He looked into the matter like a man of sense, and finding, beyond a doubt, that inoculation had rescued many from death, he resolved to try the experiment in his own family.

And so he did.  But, when the other physicians heard of it, they arose in great fury, and began a war of words, written, printed, and spoken, against Cotton Mather and Doctor Boylston.  To hear them talk, you would have supposed that these two harmless and benevolent men had plotted the ruin of the country.

The people, also, took the alarm.  Many, who thought themselves more pious than their neighbors, contended, that, if Providence had ordained them to die of the small pox, it was sinful to aim at preventing it.  The strangest reports were in circulation.  Some said, that Doctor Boylston had contrived a method for conveying the gout, rheumatism, sick headache, asthma, and all other diseases, from one person to another, and diffusing them through the whole community.  Others flatly affirmed that the Evil One had got possession of Cotton Mather, and was at the bottom of the whole business.

You must observe, children, that Cotton Mather’s fellow citizens were generally inclined to doubt the wisdom of any measure, which he might propose to them.  They recollected how he had led them astray in the old witchcraft delusion; and now, if he thought and acted ever so wisely, it was difficult for him to get the credit of it.

The people’s wrath grew so hot at his attempt to guard them from the small pox, that he could not walk the streets in peace.  Whenever the venerable form of the old minister, meagre and haggard with fasts and vigils, was seen approaching, hisses were heard, and shouts of derision, and scornful and bitter laughter.  The women snatched away their children from his path, lest he should do them a mischief.  Still, however, bending his head meekly, and perhaps stretching out his hands to bless those who reviled him, he pursued his way.  But the tears came into his eyes, to think how blindly the people rejected the means of safety, that were offered them.