Boon's Lick times. [volume] (Fayette, Mo.) 1840-1848, 1842-02-19
From the Macon [Geo. ] Telegraph.
A DOCTORS STORY.

FROM the MACON lGeo. Telegraph.
DOCTORS STORY.
In travelling through - county in Ala.
bama, short time ago, while on a little business
excursion into the State, called upon an old
acquaintance, that l had formerly known in
Georgia, and was induced 10 spend the night at
his house.
My friend had been successful practitioner
Of medicine, and had risen pretty wei in the
world. The air OF ease and com fort and even
elegance | saw around him attracted my admira
ton; and l could not help congratulating him
upon the same, and upon the enviableness Of his
situation. With such beautiful plantation,
such lovely and amable family, and plenty
Of the worlds goods, what more, Il asked Of
him. could any man want to be happy ?"
He admitted there was nothing else man
could reasonably ask or desire But could dis.
cover notwithstanding, my friend had his cares
and anxieties. He had found out that wealth
brought with it disproportional increase Of trou-
bles and vexations and that happiness was as far
from his grasp as ever. A desire for popularity
had also taken possession OF him; and an ambi-
ton to figure in the Legislature and in Congress,
occasioned him many restless night.
We continued to converse about old times and
old scrapes, till late bed time.
BY the by, (said he,) did you ever hear how
srst became ACC ainted with my wi(e?'
Never, said l, and above all things should
like to know as / am certain there must have
been something romantic about it,
DO you think then am romantic!
No and that is the reason any thing a little
uncommon would make livelier impression.
But pray go on
You must know, then, said he, that compile
ted my medical education about the time Of the
first settlement of old Monroe. Captivated by
the dazzling accounts which land spectators
gave Of the richness Of the soil in the then new
purchase, particularly in Monroe county, my
farther was induced to sell his beautiful planta-
ton in old Putnam, at less than fourth Of its
value, and buy wild unimproved lands in Mon
roe, at more than four times their real worth.
But you know very well how it always is when
country is to be settled how the old farms run
down, and the new ones up! The same no.
tons that brought my father to Monroe, brought
me to Alabama So true it is, that the expert
ence of others is but feeble monitor to US.
Well, my father sold out in Putnam, while
was attending the lectures at the North; and
before my return, having been four years absent,
had got pretty well established in his new house;
so learnt from letter received.
Having obtained diploma Of NJ D. started
for home with spirits as light as ether crossed
the OcmuIgee on the road from Clinton to For
syth, and entered the new purchase, still but
scarcely settled. The Ferryman found knew
my father, at least he said he did, and gave me
directions TO his house about ten miles dsta
followed the directions OF the lerryman-
took right hand, then left. then crossed a
branch, at the foot OF a steep hill-went over
another right hand, &c. &C., and found plan.
tation exactly as described, cotton field on one
side, new corn ground on the other, double log
house, with passage between, and piazza in
front, and number Of negro houses and stables
and corn cribs to match.
WELL said | to myself, 'old Dad is pretty
we'll fxed-reckon he did good business in
selling his WORKOUT Putnam place
1t was about two o'clock as approached the
house; on one Of the hottest days in July, per-.
hapa that you ever saw. A number of well fed
long legged shoats were asleep in the lane that
led up to the house, in the horse lot some seven
or eight horses and mules stood over their corn
and fodder wnked at the flies, or lay rolling
in the sand. Here and there negro might be
seen, stretched at his full length in the fast
asleep. A pack Of hounds we've also enjoying
the same luxury in the shade. Nobody was
stirring in the yard, the house or kitchen. Really
thought ], this is the land Of Nod! The fact
was, as afterwards learnt, they had just laid by
their crop, and the hands were enjoying the GUS
tomary holiday on such occasions.
The humor, sudden fancy that came into my
head, stripped my horse, and turned him into
an empty stable, where a supply of provender
seemed inviting him, and walked into the piazza
without awaking any one Of the sleepers. From
tho loud snoring in one sRd Of the house,