. Recollections of a Rebel surgeon (and other sketches); or, In the doctor's sappy days . d him, and he pushed the dog to the ground,and with his arm around him, laid down on top ofhim. The doctor, taking the bucket from the foot ofthe buggy in one hand, and the heavy driving whipin the other, holding it by the small end, ready touse it as a club if necessary for defense, went cau-tiously in, circling around the dog, and keeping a^sharp eye on him. 228 IN THE LAND OF THE BLUE DOG. He got the water and watered both horses; andjust before getting into the buggy, said: Boy,—dont turn that dog loo
. Recollections of a Rebel surgeon (and other sketches); or, In the doctor's sappy days . d him, and he pushed the dog to the ground,and with his arm around him, laid down on top ofhim. The doctor, taking the bucket from the foot ofthe buggy in one hand, and the heavy driving whipin the other, holding it by the small end, ready touse it as a club if necessary for defense, went cau-tiously in, circling around the dog, and keeping a^sharp eye on him. 228 IN THE LAND OF THE BLUE DOG. He got the water and watered both horses; andjust before getting into the buggy, said: Boy,—dont turn that dog loose till we getstarted,—and heres your quarter on the gate post. All right/ said the boy; down, sir (to thedog). As Bob got into the buggy and took hold of thereins, he said: Thats a pretty savage dog, aint he Bud ? He uster be, said the boy. Use to be ? said the doctor; aint he bad now ?Wont he bite? Bite nothing said the boy, pocketing the quar-ter. Hes b-b-b-b-blind, and so old his teefs isall dropped out. One on you, now, Doc, said I. Dont you wishyou had your quarter back ?229. RECOLLECTIONS OF A REBEL SURGEON. JIMMIE WAS ALL RIGHT, IN MY neighborhood, said the Old Doctor, lazilythrowing one leg over the other, and borrow-ing a chew of tobacco from Hudson, the onlyone of the Journal staff that uses it that way, therewas a nasty little cock-eyed bricklayer namedLynch. He was a Hinglishman, he said, from Arrowgate. His wife was a pretty decent sortof a feller; but he was too mean to eat enough. He had a way of coming over to the drug store,—I had a drug store then,—and asking Bob, theclerk, what was good for so and so. He neversent for me in his life, and never bought over tencents worth of anything in the drug store. Hisbig holt, as he said, was Seen-na and , his son, was down with chill and fever,and he was giving him calomel, and about threegrains of quinine a day,—he was too mean to buyenough,—and Jimmie got no better, fast. Aboutthe fourth chill J
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