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
But no one having time, or showing a disposition to interfere, he found
he would have to bestir himself in his own behalf, and the biggest
tracks, and the fastest, and the more of them, were made by the man who,
previous to the time, had not moved a step for months. Through the long
hall, down the double steps, out of the yard, and over the commons he
went, yelling at every jump, whilst the “man with the poker's” friend,
perfectly satisfied at the result, fish-like squatted down in the tub,
and then quietly suffered himself to be led back to his room.
BEING EXAMINED FOR MY DEGREE.
|Reader! have you ever taken a shower-bath of a cold winter's morning?
or felt a snake crawling over you whilst in bed? or tried to sleep with
a deadly fight awaiting you in the morning? or tried to unite the oil
of your nature with the agua pura of a chattering damsel, and found
no alkali to effect the union--in other words, popped the question and
been--refused? or swallowed poison, and no stomach-pump about? or slept
with a man with the small-pox? or tried to write, with a couple of
gabbling widows in the next room? or run for a political office? or
shook hands with the itch? or been without a friend or dollar, thousands
of miles from home, and a catch-pole after you for your tavern bill? or
had the toothache? or--think of the most uneasy, miserable melancholy,
dolesome action, sensation, occurrence, or thought of your life. Read
of nothing for two weeks but earthquakes, famines, bankruptcy, murders,
suicides, and distress in its blackest form: work on your imagination
until you feel yourself labouring under all these combined misfortunes,
and perhaps then you may have a slight appreciation of how a young grave
rat feels just before he is examined for his degree. Examined, too,
by seven old dried-up specimens of humanity, who look as if they had
descended for the occasion from some anatomical museum, and who have
looked on death, suffering, and annual ranks of medical aspirants, until
they have about as much softness of heart as the aforesaid preparations.
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