Plymouth banner. (Plymouth, Marshall County, Ind.) 1852-1855, 1854-11-23

| but TIE nuinDer OF people taken SICK IN
the daytime who send for the doctor by
night. produced compound fracture of
my time. which seldom gave me coma
to,e state. 1t is the sweetest of all con-
solations to lay a weary head upon the
pillow with the thought that rest awaits
you until the dawning light. Whatever
darking cares have vexed you tina. is a
long season of immunity which sire tches
through the dark hours Of the night
Then do the strained muscles lapse into
Tie most easy attitudes in the yielding
couch, and the taxed intellect is still,
and bolt the door upon ingratitude and
strife.
But to lie down without security from
disturbance is enough to frighten away
sleep. Such is the lot of country doc
tor. could relate innumerable instan
ces Of the utter disregard with which he
/ is routed from his bed. without occasion,
at all hours. Here is one in point:
| i arrived late one winter evening at
my own door, after a hard days toll.
With what relaxation did divest my
feet of heavy boots. set them smoking at
the fire. aud then regale them in easy
slippers. Then wrapping about me a
soft padded gown, with what luxury did
fall back in my arm chair. peruse the
daily paper. and sip cup of tea. Now
/ said |. 'the labors of the day are over.
A storm is brewing out Of doors. hope
that nobody will como here to night. II
they do / won't go. Let them go after
Bogardes. won, immediate myself for
any body. 1t is unre asonabie.' With
that pulled down my ledger AMI made
a note of the days visits. one half of
which were 10 poor houses. negro huts
and Irish shanties. As to this class they
loved me like brother, and their conf
dence in me was unbounded. They sent
for me if their bones ached, or if their
corns hurt them. and went with all
speed. though sometimes had occasion
to scold them. Before retiring for the
night, opened the outer door. rs Was
my custom. to see the state of the wealth
er. 1t was a tremendous night. The
moon shone palely, but the wind blew
hurricane. 1t rained, it hailed. it snow
ed. il slowed. thought again of the
poor mariners on the coast. and with a
silent prayer for them and all houseless.
unprotected ones, closed the door and
went to beI. had just recovered from
the shverins sensation Of cold sheets,
and become conscious of grateful
warmth, while that delightful. drowsiness
which borders upon sound sleep stole
over me. when there ca me a knocking
impatiently repeated. enough to awake
the dead Bless me.' [ groaned and
crawling out of bed, and lifting up the
SASH what do you want?'
doctor. want you to come right
straight away off to Bunk's. His childs
dead"
Then why DO you Gomez"
"IIe's poisoned. They gin him laud
anum for pata6oricky."
"How much have they given him."
"Dono. A great deal. Think he won,
get owe. It,"
When did they give it to him?"
"This afternoon"
why didn't you come soonetf How
do you think am to 60 two miles On
such a night as ,his9 Have you brought
a wngon!"
No"
"Then can't go. Tell them to"
and having prescribed hastily out Of the
window, closed the sash and went back
to bed. But the bowling wind and rat
tlng sleet against the plnes, had not
that soothing effect which they have on
one who lies snug and warm and ire
sponsible in his couch. what" said
il that child should die through my neg
lect. Will it absolve me from criminal
ity because the parents are poor? | will
go: must With that leaped out again
kindled match. and went down into my
office. Not choosing to woke up my
Fummery,or to disturb my old horse, who
was craunching his oats and housed for
the night. | took my stick and set out to
walk The snow water went through my
shoes like a sieve, my neck and bosom
were instantly covered with sleet New
erlheless, | had some humorous thoughts
while breasting that storm. aud composed
Latin distich BY the way. had just
got the last word Of the penta meter cor
rect, when my own foot struck against
something which looked like a black log
On scrutiny. by the light Of the moon,
found it to be my old patient, Timmy
Timmons, app arently sound asleep with
his beloved rum jug by his side. l in
vai shook him to make him aware of
his situation, and see if the spirit had
left his body. shook the rum jug, but
there was no spirit there. not a drop
"Timmy." said "wake up" No an
swer. then kicked him. but he bore
as il he had been used to kicks. ale is
dead" said |. and passed on to the next
house. There, while pening the rate.
| was fiercely attacked by stout bull
dog. and while keeping him off. and fight
ing my way up 20 the house. the master
come out in his shirt tall with a loaded
gun. Don't you know me. said |. as
he examined the priming; Ill Is the doc
tor"
Souls alive''responded he'll thought
1t was thief I'm glad you spoke when
you did. In minute more | should
have popped you over. Doc. Sorry to
do that. My son Johns got the fever
aig. Here Bull. Bull. Bull. Bull!-go
home sir"
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