Sheppard Lee, Written by Himself. Vol. 2 (of 2)Bird, Robert Montgomery
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Sheppard Lee, Written by Himself. Vol. 2 (of 2)
Bird, Robert Montgomery
American fiction -- 19th century; Satire
During all this period I recollect being tormented by the hateful
visage of the German doctor, who, having followed me like a bloodhound,
daily forced himself into my chamber, claimed me as his property, and
would doubtless have carried me off, had it not been for my sister, my
brother-in-law, and the faithful Jim Jumble, the first of whom watched
at my bedside like an angel, while the two others opposed themselves
to the enemy, and drove him from the room. His persecutions, indeed,
affected me to a degree I cannot express, and were the cause that, at
the end of the two weeks as above mentioned, I suddenly fell into a
lethargy or trance, the crisis of my disease, in which I lay two days,
and then awoke in my full senses, free from fever, and convalescent.
How great was my satisfaction then to behold myself surrounded by my
friends, and in my own house; how much greater to know I was no longer
to be persecuted by the odious German doctor, who, my brother-in-law
gave me to understand, in reply to my anxious questions, had not only
given over all designs on my person, but had actually departed from the
neighbourhood, and from the State of New-Jersey, satisfied, doubtless,
that I was a living man, and no longer a mummy.
2. CHAPTER II.
WHAT HAD HAPPENED AT WATERMELON HILL DURING THE AUTHOR'S ABSENCE.
This intelligence was balm to my spirit and medicine to my body; and
the consequence was, that I recovered so rapidly as to be able to leave
my bed in less than a week, and receive the visits and congratulations
of many old friends, who seemed really glad of my return and recovery,
though I have no doubt they were moved as much by curiosity to learn
where I had been, and what adventures had befallen me during the long
period of my exile; in which, however, I did not think it advisable to
gratify them.
And now it was that I discovered that many changes, personally
interesting to myself, had happened during my absence. When I first
got upon my porch and looked about me, I almost doubted whether I
was really on the forty-acre. My house had been carefully reparied,
both within and without; a new and substantial stable, with other
outbuildings, had been erected; new fences had been put up around my
fields and orchards; cattle were lowing on my meadows, and horses
whinnying in the stable, to be let loose with them upon the early
grass. In a word, the forty-acre now looked more prosperous and
flourishing than it had ever before looked mean and empoverished: it
looked almost as well as it had done in the days of my father.
"How was all this change brought about?" I demanded of my
brother-in-law, who, with my sister, had accompanied, or, indeed,
rather led me to the porch.
"By the magic of money, industry, and a little common sense," said
Alderwood, who, although a plain and bluff man, was a sensible one, and
a most excellent farmer. "You must know, my dear Sheppard," said he,
"that, when we found you were so far gone--"
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