Hitherto our labors seemed to have been blest; but a difficulty occurred
in this stage of our progress which threatened not only to render these
labors useless, but to retard, if I may so say, the advance of
anatomical science. It was this; the stairway was uncommonly narrow, and
the lamented Mrs. Sykes was uncommonly large. As it was impossible,
then, for Job to pass up at the same time with the defunct, it was
settled after mature deliberation, that he and myself, should occupy a
post at each extreme, while Grizzle assisted near the _lumbar_ region.
"Now," cried Job, "heave together;" but the words were hardly uttered,
when a shreak from Grizzle, paralized our exertions. Our muscular
efforts had wedged my venerable friend so completely between Mrs. Sykes
and the wall, that his lungs wheezed like a pair of decayed bellows; and
had it not been for the Herculean strength of Job, who rushed as it were
_in medias res_, the number of the dead would have equalled that of the
living. At length, after repeated trials, we effected, as I facetiously
remarked, our "passage of the Alps;" an historical allusion which tended
much to the divertisement of Grizzle and obliterated in no small
measure, the memory of his recent peril. And now, having directed Job to
go down and secure the door, Grizzle and myself advanced to remove the
bandages that confined her arms, previous to dissection. But scarcely
was the work accomplished when a sepulchral groan burst from the
defunct, the eyes glared, and the loosened arm was slowly lifted from
the body. That I am not of that class who can be charged with any thing
like timidity, is, I think well proved by my consenting to act for
several years as regimental surgeon in our militia, a post undoubtedly
of danger. But I must concede that at this unexpected movement, both
Grizzle and myself were somewhat agitated. From the table to the
stair-way, we leaped, as it were by instinct, and with a velocity at
which even now I greatly marvel. This sudden evidence of vitality in my
lamented friend, or I might say rather an unwillingness to be found
alone with her in such a peculiar situation, also induced me to prevent
if possible the retreat of Grizzle, and I fastened with some degree of
violence upon his projecting queue. It was fortunate, in so far as
regarded Grizzle, that art in this instance had supplanted nature. His
wig, of which the queue formed no inconsiderable portion, was all that
my hand retained. Had it been otherwise, such was the tenacity of my
grasp on the one hand, and such his momentum on the other, that Grizzle
must have left the natural ornament of his cerebrum, while I, though
unjustly, must have been charged with imitating our heathenish
Aborigines. As it was, his bald pate shot out from beneath it with the
velocity of a discharged ball; nor was the similitude to that engine of
carnage at all lessened when I heard its rebounds upon the stairs. How
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