. Stories of a country doctor . wanted me to move 194 The Ups and Downs of Practice. He did not have to repeat it. I moved. The catseemed to be ruffled in his feelings and so concluded tosit up a while. I went to sleep. I do not know howIons: it was before he came back to bed, but I know thatwhen I turned over again, he was there and received mewith eclat. This time I grabbed the cat and wildly threw himfrom me. He went into the fire. Then the ashes and spit did fly!He sat beforeiV the fire, look-\ed into it pen-;sively andlicked his it had;(/been the wid-ow I wouldnthavecared,b
. Stories of a country doctor . wanted me to move 194 The Ups and Downs of Practice. He did not have to repeat it. I moved. The catseemed to be ruffled in his feelings and so concluded tosit up a while. I went to sleep. I do not know howIons: it was before he came back to bed, but I know thatwhen I turned over again, he was there and received mewith eclat. This time I grabbed the cat and wildly threw himfrom me. He went into the fire. Then the ashes and spit did fly!He sat beforeiV the fire, look-\ed into it pen-;sively andlicked his it had;(/been the wid-ow I wouldnthavecared,butI was sorry forthe c at. Iturned over onhim about a I WILDLY THREW HIM FROM ME- dozeu timeS that night—the cat becoming more demonstrativeand obstreperous each time. Taking it altogetherhe succeeded in setting up a lively counter irrita-tion along the course of my spine. My wife said myback looked like a railroad map of the state of Illinois,or the ledger of a Chinese laundry. When 1 awoke the next morning the sun was pour-. Thk Ups and Downs of Practice. 195 ing his gentle beams on a refreshed earth, and the adja-cent forest was vocal with the music of the sono- birds. I think the flies of Kansas were holding a stateconvention in that cabin, with a full delegation from eachtownship and ward in the state. When I attempted tomake out some quinine powders they sent a committeeof one from each township to see what it was. It was a smelling committee and it went vigorously to } sat on ni} powders and when I would shoo them away, with the flapping of their wings and thekicking of their legs they sent my quinine flying in alldirections. I tried it over and over again until I wasted aboutfifty cents worth of quinine. I then adjourned to an oaktree some twenty rods away and finished making outthe powders. Reader, I went through all of this without gettingmad or swearing (though I confess the cat wounded myfeelings) and, as I rode home that beautiful summermorning I t
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