The Mysteries of Montreal: Being Recollections of a Female PhysicianFührer, Ch. (Charlotte)
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The Mysteries of Montreal: Being Recollections of a Female Physician
Führer, Ch. (Charlotte)
Montréal (Québec) -- Fiction; Women physicians -- Fiction
country, and after receiving satisfactory information about her aunt
in Halifax she was sent there, and has, so far as we have ascertained,
never overstepped the bounds of morality again but was married four
years later to a friend of her uncle, also a sea captain. She has a
large family now, and whenever she writes to me she always prays that
God may forgive her and guide the little girl she parted so easy from
some years before.
The wife of a private soldier in the Canadian rifles, named Rice had at
the same time lost her own baby only six weeks old, and as her quarters
at the barracks were good and healthy I proposed to send the child
there, Madame Flora offering to pay all necessary expenses. I made
arrangements accordingly, and little Emma (the baby) was soon an inmate
of the barracks. But now a new trouble arose. Mrs. Rice was a sobre,
clean, industrious woman, who with the pay she received for nursing the
baby could make herself and place very comfortable. This made the less
fortunate soldiers’ wives jealous, and their thoughts were bent on
nothing else for awhile but how to get the poor little waif out of
barracks. The baby thrived well under Mrs. Rice’s care, but cried
at times, as all healthy babies will; but as the babies of the other
soldiers’ wives never cried--so their mothers said--they would not
suffer a crybaby in the room, and such a mysterious child where nobody
knew where it came from, and could not find it out either. The larger
rooms in the barracks were in general occupied by different families,
and the one where Mrs. Rice had her quarters was a very large one. It
was called the ship, and was occupied at this time by forty different
families. Each had a certain space, say about 12 by 14 feet, allotted to
them, and it was indeed a surprise to me how neat it was kept, and how
one woman would try to have her place in better order than the other.
Their packing boxes were converted into dressing tables, a little muslin
curtain pinned around it, a looking glass in the centre, and a few
ornaments, sea-shells or East Indian curiosities gave the whole a nice
appearance. The washing or cooking had to be done in out-houses, and
at night each family had a large curtain drawn around their respective
place, and it was really astonishing how little sickness existed
among so many men, women and children. Every morning at 10 o’clock the
officers on guard accompanied by a sergeant on duty had to visit each
respective home, and report any irregularities; and so it happened that
my baby was reported as being a great disturber of the peace. Poor Mrs.
Rice was in great trouble. She had learned to love the child, and was
afraid she would have to part with it. What was to be done? She was
ordered to appear the next morning at 12 o’clock before the commanding
officer to receive sentence for her offence. I had attended a great many
officers’ ladies in this regiment, also the Colonel’s lady, and was well
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