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
progress I had made in medicine, giving me a free permit to kill whom I
pleased without the fear of the law.
STEALING A BABY.
|I never was partial to dogs (although I dined some years ago very
heartily upon the haunch of one, that a rascally Indian sold to the
family for venison--the scoundrel's back gave proof not long after, that
it, to him at least, was really dear meat); they have always been my
aversion, and the antipathy of my earlier years has not been in the
least diminished by the part one took--not only out of my leg--but in
breaking off as pretty a love-scrape as ever Cupid rejoiced at.
I was attending my last course of lectures, previous to graduation, in a
northern state, and as a matter of course had but very little leisure
to devote to amusement or love. But nevertheless, even amidst all my
occupation, I found time to renew and continue a friendship bordering
closely upon love, even then, which I had formed the previous winter,
with a young lady residing in the city.
We were both young--alas! that there similarity ceased--she was
beautiful--my ugliness was so apparent that I acknowledged it myself.
She was wealthy--I had nothing but my profession, it not then secure.
She was--but why continue the enumeration of our contrasts? suffice
it to say that we were fast approaching the condition when love in
a cottage, and thoughts of an annual searching for sentimental and
beautiful names occupy so much of the mind, when an infernal dog (not
only of a daddy--but a real caniner) jumped--like a swamp gal into a
jar of pickles--into the ring of our felicity, and left me to wail him
first, and myself afterwards.
I hated dogs, and the father of my beloved had an equal aversion
to Southerners, and according to the degree that class stood in his
estimation, the old man and myself disliked the same objects; so his
daughter and myself had to meet by stealth.
Twice a week the class of medical students attended clinical lectures at
the hospital, which was situated in a retired part of the town; thither
the young lady, on the appointed evenings, would repair, and awaiting
the departure of the class, we, on our walk homewards, could talk over
our love affairs without fear or interruption.
This pleasant arrangement had continued until nearly the close of the
session, and we had agreed that when graduated, if her father's obduracy
did not soften, we would elope, when some good-natured friend kindly
informed her father of our intimacy, and that even as he came then to
apprise him, he had met her going to keep her appointment.
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