. Recollections of a Rebel surgeon (and other sketches); or, In the doctor's sappy days . raight pool road twell you git thar. Thank you, Miss, said I, and I drove on. Bre-w-er-er-erh! howled the blue dog, andcrawled back under the cabin, grumbling at havinghad his nap interrupted. I had gone not over three quarters of a mile, Ithink, when I came to a log blacksmiths shop onthe side of the road, and a plank cabin about 10x12feet,—a country store,—closed. The smith wassitting in his door, smoking a corn cob pipe, andlooking very lonely, and well he might,—for of allthe God-forsaken, desolate wi
. Recollections of a Rebel surgeon (and other sketches); or, In the doctor's sappy days . raight pool road twell you git thar. Thank you, Miss, said I, and I drove on. Bre-w-er-er-erh! howled the blue dog, andcrawled back under the cabin, grumbling at havinghad his nap interrupted. I had gone not over three quarters of a mile, Ithink, when I came to a log blacksmiths shop onthe side of the road, and a plank cabin about 10x12feet,—a country store,—closed. The smith wassitting in his door, smoking a corn cob pipe, andlooking very lonely, and well he might,—for of allthe God-forsaken, desolate wildernesses I ever saw,that was the worst. It was near night, and a whitehen and a red rooster had already retired for thenight on the end of a broken wagon, while two leanshoats were quarreling over the warm side of a litterpile against the end of the store. I said: My friend, can you tell me how much fartherit is to Sebastopol ? This is hit, said the man, without rising, ortaking his pipe from his mouth. m«* isif? said I. This, he said. Meaning ? I said, glancing around. ^ 221. This is hit. IN THE LAND OF THE BLUE DOG. Yes; this shop and that store; thats Katliffs;hes got the chillunfever; hits the posfoffice, too/*said the man, with, I thought, a show of local pride. Eejoiced that I was so near the end of my jour-ney, I dismounted, stretched my legs, and madeinquiry how to reach Mr. Garratts,—and in a lit-tle while was safely beneath that gentlemans hos-pitable roof. % !fc Sfc * On another occasion Dr. Bob Horner, a class-mate of mine, practicing at one of the railroad sta-tions in east Mississippi, sent for me to meet himat his place and go with him in consultation to seea surgical case in the interior. You know I hadcome out of the war with a considerable reputationwith the home folks of Mississippi, as a surgeon,and Bob thought a good deal of my attainments,anyhow. Arrived at the station at an early hourI was met by Dr. Bob with his spanking doubleteam, and everyt
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