The Hawks of Hawk-Hollow: A Tradition of PennsylavaniaBird, Robert Montgomery
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The Hawks of Hawk-Hollow: A Tradition of Pennsylavania
Bird, Robert Montgomery
Pennsylvania -- History -- Fiction
"My friend," said the doctor, his indignation supplying the place of
courage, "I don't like to offend the feelings of any man; but you
talk like an ass. Method is the soul of business; and there is no
method in reducing a luxation for a man hovering upon the brink of
the grave, unless you may consider the act a method of helping him
into it. No, sir; the violence of the operation would do his business
as expeditiously as a thump over the head with a tomahawk, which I
think, as you are an Indian trader and fighter, you know something
about. Yes, sir; I'll allow you to be a complete master of the
science of tomahawking, skinning, and scalping; but when you come to
talk of bones and dislocations, then, sir, I say, in the words of the
Latin poet, _Ne sudor ultra crepidam_--I don't know whether it is
_sudor_ or _sutor_; but it means, 'Mind your own business.'"
"I speak of nothing but what I know," replied Green, impatiently;
"and I say, now is the time to fix the bone with the least trouble.
Feel the lad's muscles; they are as loose and limber as a girl's in a
swoon; wait till he opens his eyes, and you will find them as tough
as ash-boughs. So go to work, doctor; for if you don't, _I_ will--I
have clapped a bone in place before now. So, doctor, you or John
Green, the York trader; and much good may it do you, when I tell the
folks up the river how I out-doctored you!"
The argument was conclusive, and luckily it was given more in the
spirit of persuasion than command; Dr. Merribody condescended to
adopt the advice of the rude philosopher. As he had intimated, the
muscles of the sufferer were in a condition so relaxed, that it
required but little effort to restore the bone to its place.
"There! it is done!" cried the surgeon, triumphantly; "but it hurt
him like the mischief! He groaned as if I had been cutting his
throat. Now for the mustard-plasters"----
"Now, if you please," said the trader, "for your lancet; and leave
such things for the old women."
The doctor was again offended; but the interference of his adviser
had effected one desirable object, and he now thought him worthy of
remonstrance:
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