. Stories of a country doctor . ^ lines secure-ly and went slowly and cautiously back toward thehorse. I found the animal quite gentle, patted him and feltabout his head, and then felt for the bridle. I found thereins and discovered that they led toward the ground and 198 The Ups and Downs of Early Practice. were fast. I followed the reins toward the ground andhere found them—in a 7na7is hand/ The man was pros-trate and apparently asleep. I got down on my knees,made out his outlines and then shook him and came to a sitting posture in a jiffy and reached forhis pistol. I knew he was r
. Stories of a country doctor . ^ lines secure-ly and went slowly and cautiously back toward thehorse. I found the animal quite gentle, patted him and feltabout his head, and then felt for the bridle. I found thereins and discovered that they led toward the ground and 198 The Ups and Downs of Early Practice. were fast. I followed the reins toward the ground andhere found them—in a 7na7is hand/ The man was pros-trate and apparently asleep. I got down on my knees,made out his outlines and then shook him and came to a sitting posture in a jiffy and reached forhis pistol. I knew he was reaching for his pistol be-cause I had him by the arms. I threw him on his back. I THREW HIM ON HIS BACK AND PIJ^NED HIM TO THE GROUND. and pinned him to the ground with my right knee on hischest. He strugorled but I held fast—telling him to bequiet and dont shoot. He raved and swore, and final-ly, discovering that I was the better man, asked: Who are you, and what do you want.^ I am Dr. King, I answered. The Ups and Downs op Early Practice. 199 Wh}, how are you, doctor? said he, in a naturalvoice which I at once recognized as the voice of mymessenger. He had. got into a saloon, by that little side door,and bought a pint of whiskey, which he told me hedrank in the first six miles. By the time he reachedthis place he was so drunk that he felt that he wouldsoon fall off; so he dismounted and la} down to sleepoff his drunk and give his excretory organs time tothrow off the alcohol. The voices I seemed to hear was nothing more thanthe occasional snoring of this drunken man. But it was the worst scare I ever had in my that hour until now my hair has been a
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