The Swamp Doctor's Adventures in The South-West: Containing the Whole of The Louisiana Swamp Doctor; Streaks of Squatter Life; and Far-Western Scenes; In a Series of Forty-Two Humorous Southern and Western Sketches, Descriptive of Incidents and Character — John Shaqi
The Swamp Doctor's Adventures in The South-West: Containing the Whole of The Louisiana Swamp Doctor; Streaks of Squatter Life; and Far-Western Scenes; In a Series of Forty-Two Humorous Southern and Western Sketches, Descriptive of Incidents and CharacterRobb, John S.
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The Swamp Doctor's Adventures in The South-West: Containing the Whole of The Louisiana Swamp Doctor; Streaks of Squatter Life; and Far-Western Scenes; In a Series of Forty-Two Humorous Southern and Western Sketches, Descriptive of Incidents and Character
Robb, John S.
Southwest, Old -- Social life and customs
One evening, just at sunset, I was seated on the lintel of the
street-door, nursing one of my nephews, and affecting to still his
cries, the consequence of a spiteful pinch I had given him, to repay
some indignity offered me by his mother, when my attention was attracted
to a young lady, who, apparently in much suffering, was tottering along,
endeavouring to support herself by her parasol, which she used as a
cane. To look at me now with my single bed, buttonless shirts, premature
wigdom, and haggard old-bachelor looks, you would scarcely think I am
or was ever an admirer of the sex. But against appearances I have always
been one; and boy as I was then, the sight of that young woman tottering
painfully along, awoke all my sensibilities, and made the fountain of
sympathy gush out as freely as a child swallowing lozenges. Overcoming
my boyish diffidence, as she got opposite the door, I addressed her,
“Miss, will you not stop and rest? I will get you a chair, and you can
stay in the porch, if you will not come in the house.”
“Thank you, my little man,” she gasped out, and attempted to seat
herself in the chair I had brought, but striking her foot against the
step the pain was so great, that she shrieked out, and fell dead, as I
thought, on the floor.
Frightened terribly to think I had brought dead folks home, I joined
my yell to her scream, as a prolongation, which outcry brought my
sister-in-law to the scene. The woman prevailing, she carried her in the
house, and shutting the door to keep out curious eyes, which began to
gather round, she set to restoring her uninvited guest, which she soon
accomplished. As soon as she could speak, she gasped out, “Take them
off, they are killing me!”--pointing to her feet. This, with difficulty,
was effected, and their blood-stained condition showed how great must
have been her torment. She announced herself as the daughter of a
well-known merchant of the city, and begged permission to send me to her
father's store, to request him to send a carriage for her. Assent
being given, she gave me the necessary directions to find it, and off I
started. It was near the river.
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