. Recollections of a Rebel surgeon (and other sketches); or, In the doctor's sappy days . and I tell you now Inever, in my life, tasted anything that met mydemands better than those white perch Bob roastedin the ashes. We resumed our journey, and by four oclockthe horses were much jaded, and we had to take itslowly. We had soon relapsed into silence, eachone busy with his own thoughts; it was awfullybore-ous. Presently, at the bottom of one of those long redhills that characterize a portion of that section,tho, for the most part the land is level, we cameupon a covered wagon, drawn by two lean
. Recollections of a Rebel surgeon (and other sketches); or, In the doctor's sappy days . and I tell you now Inever, in my life, tasted anything that met mydemands better than those white perch Bob roastedin the ashes. We resumed our journey, and by four oclockthe horses were much jaded, and we had to take itslowly. We had soon relapsed into silence, eachone busy with his own thoughts; it was awfullybore-ous. Presently, at the bottom of one of those long redhills that characterize a portion of that section,tho, for the most part the land is level, we cameupon a covered wagon, drawn by two lean ponies,and filled with white headed children. Under thewagon a tar bucket hung loosely, and by it was tieda blue dog, of the genus hound. Out by theroadside lay a larger, yellow and white dog,— old man with long gray beard was standing by,doing nothin but lookin sorry; a typical specimenof the mover class, or, as Dr. Willis King inStories of a Country Doctor, calls them, branchwater men. The old man had evidently justdragged the dog there and left him. By the man225 A j$p m. Doin nothin but lookin sorry. IN THE LAND OF THE BLUE DOG. stood a tow-headed boy in butternut dyed jeanspants, a course cotton shirt, and gallusses of stripedbed ticking, with his hands stuck in his pockets upto his elbows, for it was a little coolish. The scene was so desolate, the old man looked sosad, I thought to say a cheering word, and perhapsget him into conversation; I didnt, of course, knowwhat killed the dog; so? in the absence of anythingbetter to begin with, I sung out, cheerily: My friend, did your dog die? He looked at me sorter sideways for about aminit:—I reckin so, by G—d,—hes dead, saidhe with a scowl, and a look as if hed like to cut mythroat for a darnd fool. Dr. Bob knocked me on the back and just ha,—had. A good one on you, Doctor, he said;Now, dont you wish you hadnt said anything ? I do, indeed, said I, much disgusted. Bob said that class resent anything of the kin
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