Woodville Republican. (Woodville, Miss.) 185?-current, 1902-08-02

there are a few very eminent ones IN |
the large cities, for whatever learned
Jew does he does well. There is doc
tor Jacob in New York city who
stands at the head Of the profession
and is consulted by the rich and great
men of the nation.
Now, let me stop for another good,
long breath. When was boy we
didn't have but one doctor in the town,
and he weighed 800 pounds, and was
never in hurry. He left little babies
around ever and anon, and when one
came to our house our old cook told
us where he got them, and she slyly
pointed to his corporosity. He had
little office on the street, and few
shelves with bottles on them con-
tanning calomel, salts and castor oil,
SIENNA and cammomile and Peruvian
bark, balsam of copaiba, and such SIM
Pile things, and in the corner was
skeleton in a box that stood upright,
with a screw in the skull, and some
times the little, long door was open,
and we school children would peep IN
and then run for our lives. 1t was an
awful sight. But the old doctor got
too old and fat to practice, and SEM
to New York for his nephew, DR.. Philo
D. Wildman, a student of Valentine
Mott, the great New York physician
and surgeon. He was as smart as his
tutor, and went to cutting and slash
ing our people, just like killing hogs.
He Strengthened cross eyes and sewed
up hare lips and.cut stones out of blad-
ders. The agonizing screams OF poor
little John Thompson, my school
mate, still haunts me, for he was
simply dying of stone in the bladder,
and the doctor cut it out. 1t was as
large as pigeon egg, and the little
bow got well. My brother and jim
Craig Studied under Wildman, and
when they wanted a stiff they would
90 out to the Redland graveyard in
the night and dig up fresh buried
corpse and haul it to little room
back of their office and cut it up and
boil il down and make a skeleton OF
the bones. l went with them one
night and helped them to dig up a
negro. but somebody rocked us as we
we're taking it out, and we had to run
for our lives, for they threatened to
shoot. That satisfied me with the
business. and I never went again.
But our little town wasn't big
enough for Wildman, and so he moved
to Columbus and made great reputa
ton. About that time the yellow fe
yer visited Savannah, and Wildman be
lieved he could stamp it out, and tina
he was an immune, but he wasn't. HI
took the fever right away and died. II
is a curious coincidence that three doc
tors from our town went to Savannah
to fight the fever, and every one O.
them took it and died.
But am Illuminating about the SUI
fering and agony that the advance II
, surgery and physic has saved mankind
and rejoice that Crawford Long ha
, been given the first place in the Hal
of Fame. | was at school in Athen
when his discovery was made, but tn
magnitude of it was not realized unit
: long after. | was one Of the first t
= have a tooth extracted by the use G
q his lethean.
= Let me rest awhile, for / am wea
!. and nervous, and, as Byron said
\ ''My visions fit less palpably before me
= have Just enjoyed good, Ion
{ letter from my old schoolmate, Nj
VI than Crawford, of Lincolnton. He
= the honored school commissioner {
= the county, and will die in harness,
/ reckon. He is in his eightieth yea
L but we were classmates, for he We
lie one of those sure and slow boys, viii
i 1 was prec2oious and uncertain. On
three of us fSSt now, for Tom Ale.
} ander is living Nat Rome. Natha
q, writes good, old-fashioned, chez
ID full letter, and says that he never sto
a Frank Alexander's watermelons, al
il hints that it was Overton Young al
IF boy of my name. The only reast
n he didn't steal them was that
n boarded with Mr.. Alexander, and G.
Il a-plenty without stealing. It is t.
m late now for him to assume a saint
I'd morality, for Tom and I still live
er testify. But it was a good letter, al
~ the memory of Nat Crawford is {
IL ways comforting and refreshing.
81 Now for a good, long rest.
IN BILL ARP