Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1916-06-09

tavern keeper, still standing with
arms extended and hands on the
bar in the expectant manner of the
trade. Is yer practice lively now
days." asked he.
Practice is poor 'nuf and pay
poorer. My pashunts are forty
miles apart, and they are ailin',
some with hurts n some chronic, n
some just wore out; some with
rheumatic n some bilious from too
much maple sugar in the spring.
But have to climb these hills and
wear out horse flesh for 'em. Its a
healthy country and poor pickin'
for doctors. Filler up agin.'
Hear that fellow" said the
Judge. He is a patron of the bar,
such as the rumseller delights in. 4"
The dinner bell rang and the
party entered the dining room. The
doctor by this time was voluble,
and he talked in loud voice. Say,
Square," said he to the landlord,
Who's that niger | noticed out to
the barn?"
Don't know" said the landlord
he come with this party O. gentle
men,"
oh, excuse me, gentlemen, |
didn't know but he was one O. them
runaways. The abolitionists, they
tell me, are doing a brisk business
running off slaves and sending them
into Canada. A mean business. I'm
for the Constitution, and I'd nc
more run off mans niggers than
would his hosses."
Our party wisely refrained from
all conversation with this man, and
soon finished their meal and passed
out Of the dining room. The land
lord on the porch said, That's Doc
tor Blowster from Showster Holler
He's a leetle full today. He's {
good doctor; one O the best in this
section when he's sober but he takei
a drop too much and too often"
Kind of a talkin' rum barrel" sale
Hunter John. He's awful 'frait
some master'll lose his slaves. bu
his master, old Mr.. Medford Rum
got one slave that he'll never lose
Pm 'fraid, till the devil comes aloni
with a writ O. replevy."
The landlord says he is q goo,
} doctor when sober" remarks
Marktree.
l "Ya-as," drily remarked Hunte
John, I'D as soon think O. my riff
, dom good shootin' if put my pow
der n rum in the same horn, as l.
think O. good doctorin' from a doc
tor who put his larnin' and rum int
the same brains. | tell We what ii
! a rum barrel is lots more dangerou
than a gun barrel; it shoots Graz
ness m devilishness and destructio
! into folks wherever its bunged o
gurgled off, and tho it don't kill a
; quick as a charge O. buck shot 0
rifle ball, it does as certain an
. more often. But the worse par
f ont it kills man a long time bt
r fore he's dead"
The rest of the party were quit
g in agreement with Hunter John i
S his ideas of the baneful effects c
S alcoholic liquors.
e Then Baptiste Ramoux told h
S experience with the medical prt
r fession. Il (which he pronounce
e ah) was know a doctor man on Car
adaw. De people all was say /
! was good doctor fer man an fe
i boss eff he was not go dronk. | G
e to heem one day. | was rome tt
!; my breat' was all lef' behind m
d an | say, oh, doc, doc, want yc
/, come on my hose raight off [
a doc he say, Watts de matter now
s. | say, My waite, oh, my famm
My waite, he seeck awful; | spec
lie avery meenit he was go dead l
v doc he say, Wat all it?' | say
can't tole, but speck he was eat
r. moch green cucumber on hees brea
l? foss, dat he was got dees-conta
raight off. Wa-al, tole We he W