The International Magazine, Volume 4, No. 5, December 1851Various
History
The International Magazine, Volume 4, No. 5, December 1851
Various
Art, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Science -- History -- Periodicals
insisted on talking at once and at the top of their voices, and in
a tone and with a vehemence which, in any other country, would have
seemed a prelude to nothing short of a battle royal. Seeing, however,
a peasant, _en blouse_, standing hard by, leaning on his spade, and
looking quietly on, I concluded he was not one of the passengers,
and might consequently be of some use. Accordingly I hailed him, and
after some irresolute gestures, he came up to me, when I explained,
rather by dragging him to the door of the carriage than by any verbal
communications, which would probably have failed, for what purpose I
wanted his assistance. Having opened the door of the carriage, I looked
in. There lay my unfortunate companion, "his silver skin laced with his
golden blood," still insensible and somewhat cramped, it is true, but
not in so uncomfortable a position as might, under the circumstances,
have been expected, seeing that I had propped him up as well as I
could, before I made my own exit, with my air cushion, and that of the
seat he had occupied. Being a tall and heavy man, to get him righted
and out was a work of no small difficulty; however, our united efforts
were at last successful, and the poor sufferer was laid on the turf by
the roadside, on a couch formed of cushions, great-coats, &c., &c.
My assistant, who, I must say, now exhibited all the alacrity I could
wish, and more handiness than I had expected from him, ran for water,
whilst I proceeded to examine my unlucky friend's wounds. He exhibited
an ugly gash on the head, from which had flowed the stream of blood
which had so disfigured his venerable locks. His left shoulder, too,
I found was dislocated. By the plentiful application of cold water to
his head and temples, and of some hartshorn, which I happened to have
about me, to his nostrils, I at length succeeded in restoring him to
consciousness, of which the first symptoms he gave was to glare upon me
with an expression of terror and alarm, and exclaiming, in accents of
deep despair, "Hah! blood!--more blood!" He uttered a piercing shriek,
and again relapsed into syncope. Thus assured, however, that he still
lived, the present moment seemed so favorable for the reduction of the
dislocated limb, that I set to work forthwith, and, with the assistance
of my friendly _paysan_, quickly divested him of his coat, and having
placed him in a proper position, instantly slipped the joint into
the socket, and bound it with my neckcloth. The snap recalled him to
sense, and by the help of a little brandy from my travelling flask,
he was completely restored. Still he surveyed me with a terrified
look, for which I could not well account, until I discovered that my
face and dress were stained with the blood which had flowed from his
wound whilst he lay upon me in the carriage. I hastened to remove what
I conceived to be the cause of his anxious looks, by assuring him I
had received no injury whatever except a slight contusion not worth
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