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
I used to visit the Major's house often, for the purpose of studying his
character, and getting a good dinner; for the Major fed well, all but
horses, and they had to trust the chances of a stray nubbin falling
through the chinks of the stable loft. Taking good care of a horse
meant, with him, tying him to a fence, with nothing to eat but the
dead wood. Taking extraordinary care signified hitching him to a green
sapling, where he could have the privilege of gnawing the bark.
My open admiration of his character soon elevated me to the post of
family physician--nearly a sinecure--for the Major was afraid to take
medicine, not wishing to part with his hereditary honours.
One day, I had just finished my dinner at home, and had taken, cigar
in mouth, my usual seat beneath a favourite oak, to indulge in a fit
of meditation, when I saw the dust up the bayou road shaken up by
a half-naked negro, who, having no pockets in his shirt, and being
hat-less, holding a letter in his teeth, was urging his mule along at
the top of his speed. At a glance, I knew it was the Major's boy, or
rather mule, for no one in the settlement save him owned an animal, the
ribs of which could be counted at almost any distance.
They arrived; and first asking me for a chaw of tobacco, the negro
delivered the note, which, true to my surmise, was from the Major,
and written apparently under high excitement, requesting me to come up
immediately, as he apprehended something terrible had either happened,
or was going to occur.
My horse being ready saddled, in a short time I was at the Major's,
whom I found waddling up and down his long gallery, his path distinctly
marked by the huge drops of sweat that had fallen from his brow.
“Doctor, I am truly rejoiced at your arrival; my worst apprehensions
have been excited upon a subject, upon which the honour of my family
depends, and the firm fame of my ancestors.”
Thinking from his language there was a lady in the case, I told him
that marriage would cure all indiscretions, and muttered something
about accidents and the best of families. The Major understood only the
conclusion.
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