I forgot about the child, and she was pained when I gave her [something] and devoured it immediately. Then I rode and traveled, but I could not ride due to the intensity of the pain. So I entered a town and stayed with an old woman there, but I could not sleep. The boils turned and worsened until I feared for my eyes from the burning, and I could not tell what was happening to me. When morning came, an old woman came to me and looked at my eyes, and felt sorry for me, then said, "This is sent." Then she called for her daughter, a young girl, almost seven or eight years old, and said to her in the Furawi language: "Go down the mountain and bring me leaves of the plant called Qurrah." The girl went and was gone for a while, then came back with many leaves. The old woman took them, and I tasted some of them, and it became like a paste. She ordered me to put [something] in my eyes and hold my hand, then she squeezed and put the juice of the aforementioned plant in my eyes. It went into my eyes and then began to eat without pain, as if there were worms in my eyes, and I wanted to rub them with my hand, but I could not control myself. This caused me great difficulty until evening came and sleep came to me. So I slept and was lost in my sleep for a long time. When I awoke, it was near afternoon, and I felt lightness in my eyes and the pain was gone. When it was night, she came and squeezed more of that juice for me, and I had the most comfortable night. In the morning