Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1885-11-13
Trying 20 Stop SMALLPOX.

As we stop for a moment Mt Sutton
Junction the train is boarded by an ell
derby, good. natured- looking gentleman
in spectaces, with sort of Peter Coop
or expression of benevolence upon his
face, who is announced as DR.. Hamil-
ton, of Richford, VT, examining physi-
clan in the employ of the United States
authorities, whose business it is to eX-
anime all passengers bound for Uncle
Sans domain, with view to the vacci-
nation of all the unvaccinated.
Beginning with the first passenger
found in the "smoker," the foremost
car of the train, he is confronted by the
doctor with:
"Been vaccinated 7"
If the answer is yes,
"Got a certificate?'
Unless this can be produced the indi-
vidual is compelled to show his arm,
when, unless there is a fresh scar, the
passenger is obliged to again undergo
the operation or leave the train. Down
into his vest pocket goes the doctor. pro-
duces little tin box in which he keeps
the "points," off comes the lid, out
comes the ivory point; in moment a
tiny drop Of blood appears on the sur
face of the skin, the vaccine is moisten-
ed by the breath, the matter rubbed off
upon the lacerated part, and the job Is
done.
Having finished with the passengers
in the smoking car, the next car, filled
almost entirely with ladies, is visited
by the Doctor. Here begins the fun;
those tight-fitting sleeves cannot be
pulled up, and mayhap the certificate
has been left at home; yes, it has, honor
bound, and only two weeks ago, the
lady declares, she was vaccinated by DR..
b. of Montreal. She will send and have
the Doctor send certificate to the eX-
amining physician. No, that won't do,
and the law must be complied with. A
tug at the tightly-titting jersey sleeve,
another determined pull, and the arm is
barred nearly to the elbow. ''That will
do" says the Doctor. Out comes the
little knife and point, and thirty seconds
later the Doctor passes on, while the
lady sinks back in her seat with defiance
flashing from her eye, and inwardly
vowing, without doubt, that she will
get even with that horrid man if she
lives long enough, that she will.
81 would not lie to you, indeed l
would not, sir" says pretty, brown
eyed damsel. 81 have been vaccinated,"
and the eyes become mOistened and the
cheeks culver as with suppressed emo
ton. But the old Doctor is obdurate.
Business is business, and his business is
to see that no one who is not properly
vaccnated, whether male or female,
leaves Canadian for United States terri
tory. Pretty or ugly. it is all the same
to him.
"Sorry, madam, but l can't help it;
either let me see your certificate or your
arm. She sees 10 sign of relenting in
that face. Again she tries.
cit was but just a little while ago. in
deed, it was, Doctor. | can't show you
nv arm here. Can't you believe me?'
No; the Doctor cannot and will not.
The girl sees there is no use, and reluct-
anlly begins tugging at her waist.
Down it comes from the neck, the left
shoulder is exposed, then the arm. The
Doctor evidently is not satisfied.
"When were you vaccinated?"
"Two years ago"
oscar is not fresh enough" says the
Doctor, and again out comes the scarf
fer and vaccine. a scratch and scream,
but the physician is not daunted, and
continues the work without flinching,
very gently, but with the air of man
who thoroughly understands his bust
ness.
"There, that will do" he says, and
the girl, replacing her wardrobe, sinks
back in her seat, while the Doctor, pass
inc on, is heard to remark: "She had
never been vaccinated p Montreal Her.