At the Court of the Amîr: A NarrativeGray, John Alfred
History
At the Court of the Amîr: A Narrative
Gray, John Alfred
'Abd al-Rahman Khan, Amir of Afghanistan, -1901; Afghanistan -- History
He was greatly astonished, and shrank back somewhat suspiciously when I
placed it against his chest. However, when he found no evil resulted,
he allowed me to proceed. I could not find anything the matter with
him, and was again at a standstill.
This seemed very unsatisfactory; when to my great relief, a tall young
man, in a turban and a brown frock-shaped coat, stepped forward and
addressed me in imperfect English. I found he was an Armenian Christian
who had been educated in a Missionary boarding school in India, but
he had been so long in Kabul that he had nearly forgotten English. He
afterwards became my interpreter, and grew very fluent, but at first I
had to learn _his_ English before I could understand him; it was quite
different from anybody else’s. However--about the patient--I said, “Ask
this man if he has any pain.” And then I found that my word “Dard”
ought to have been pronounced more like “Dŭrrŭd.” I tried “Dŭrrŭd” on
them afterwards, but either they didn’t expect me to know Persian, or
else there ought to have been some context to my word, for they looked
just as blankly at me as when I said “Dard.” The ordinary Afghan is a
very slow-witted person. I found the patient had no pain, and I said,
“Tell him to put out his tongue.”
The patient appeared surprised, and looked somewhat doubtfully at me. I
suppose he thought I was jesting in making such a request. However, he
put out his tongue: it was quite healthy. I said,
“There is nothing the matter with him;” but the Armenian said,
“Sir, a little you stop--_I_ find out.” He said something in Persian,
and the man nodded. What words the Armenian used to enable me to
understand what was wrong I do not remember, but I found out eventually
that the patient wanted a tonic, for all he suffered from was an
inability to manage his many wives. I said, “Tell the man his complaint
does not exist in my country; I have no medicines for it.”
There were, I should think, a dozen who came the first day for the
same reason. Of other diseases, malarial fevers, eye cases, venereal
diseases, coughs and dyspepsia were the commonest. I was not able to
finish attending to all the patients in the morning, and returned in
the afternoon, finding them still waiting. As the days went by, the
number of patients increased to such an extent, that it finally became
no small matter to attend to them all, and do my own dispensing. There
were Hindustani dispensers, but I was not quite prepared to trust them,
till I knew them better.
[Sidenote: Miraculous Recovery of the Page Boy.]
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