"Tell about it? Tell that which ten thousand tongues could scarce
relate? God knows my stumbling speech hain't equal to the occasion;
but I 'll do my best. You last seed me a-taking my fearsome way to
the railroad; and what were the sinking of my heart when John left
me thar on the cyar, words will never do jestice to; seemed like I
were turnt a-loose in space, rushing I knowed not whither. The
first ground I toch was when I heared the voice of that 'ere doctor
you writ to inquiring for me at the far eend. He said he allowed I
would be skeered and lonesome, so he come hisself to fetch me to the
hospital. Woman, it were the deed of a saint, and holp me up
wonderful'. Then I were put to bed a spell, and soft-footed women
waited on me. Then one morning he tolt me he were aiming to peel
them 'ere ingun-skins off my eyes, and for me to have no fears, but
trust in him; that he believed them eye-nerves, shet back thar in
the dark, was still alive and able to do business. And though my
heart shuck like a ager, I laid down on that table same as a
soldier. When I got up, I were blind as ever, with rags tied thick
around my eyes. And I sot there patient day after day, and the
doctor he 'd drap in and cheer me up. 'Aunt Dally,' he would
say--he claimed he never had no time to git out the Dalmanuthy--'in
just a leetle while you 'll be a-trotting around the Blue Grass here
worse 'n a race-hoss; but you got to git your training gradual.'
Then he 'd thin the bandages more and more, till a sort of gray
twilight come a-sifting through. 'And don't think,' he would say,
'that I am aiming to let you lope back to them mountains till I git
you plumb made over. Fust thing is a new set of teeth,--you done
gummed yourself into dyspepsy and gineral cantankerousness,--and
then I 'm sot on taking you to my house to visit a month and eat
good victuals and git your stummick opened up whar it done growed
together, and your mind unj'inted, and your sperrits limbered
similar.' And straightway he sont for a tooth-dentist, that tuck a
pictur' of my gums in wax then and thar. Then come the great day
when I looked my fust on a human countenance ag'in. I axed that it
be the doctor's, and I seed him only through black glasses darkly;
but, O God! what a sight it were none but the blind can ever tell!
Then for quite a spell I looked out through them dark glasses at the
comings and goings and people there in the hospital. Then one day
the doctor he run in and says, 'Time for you to look on the
sunlight, Aunt Dally. Keep on them glasses, and wrop a shawl round
you, and come with me. I 'm aiming to show you the prettiest
country God ever made.' Then he holp me into a chariot that run
purely by the might of its own manoeuvers, and I seed tall houses
and chimblys whiz by dimlike, and then atter a while he retch over
and lifted my glasses.
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