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MacLURE</a><br> +<a href="#012">Part I. A GENERAL PRACTITIONER</a><br> +<a href="#014">Sandy Stewart "Napped" Stones</a><br> +<a href="#019">The Gudewife is Keepin' up a Ding-Dong</a><br> +<a href="#020">His House—little more than a cottage</a><br> +<a href="#023">Whirling Past in a Cloud of Dust</a><br> +<a href="#025">Will He Never Come?</a><br> +<a href="#028">The Verra Look o' Him wes Victory</a><br> +<a href="#029">Weeping by Her Man's Bedside</a><br> +<a href="#031">Men Get the Victoria Cross in Other Fields</a><br> +<a href="#036">Hopps' Laddie Ate Grosarts</a><br> +<a href="#041">There werna Mair than Four at Nicht</a><br> + + + + +</td></tr> +</table> +</center> + + + +<br><br><br><br> + + + +<br><br> + + +<center> +<h1> +Part I. +<br><br> +A GENERAL PRACTITIONER.</h1> +</center> +<br><br> +<br><br> + + + +<h2> +PREFACE</h2> + +<p>It is with great good will that I write this short preface to the +edition of "A Doctor of the Old School" (which has been illustrated by +Mr. Gordon after an admirable and understanding fashion) because there +are two things that I should like to say to my readers, being also my +friends.</p> + +<p>One, is to answer a question that has been often and fairly asked. Was +there ever any doctor so self-forgetful and so utterly Christian as +William MacLure? To which I am proud to reply, on my conscience: Not one +man, but many in Scotland and in the South country. I will dare prophecy +also across the sea.</p> + +<p>It has been one man's good fortune to know four country doctors, not one +of whom was without his faults—Weelum was not perfect—but who, each +one, might have sat for my hero. Three are now resting from their +labors, and the fourth, if he ever should see these lines, would never +identify himself.</p> + +<p>Then I desire to thank my readers, and chiefly the medical profession +for the reception given to the Doctor of Drumtochty.</p> + +<p>For many years I have desired to pay some tribute to a class whose +service to the community was known to every countryman, but after the +tale had gone forth my heart failed. For it might have been despised +for the little grace of letters in the style and because of the outward +roughness of the man. But neither his biographer nor his circumstances +have been able to obscure MacLure who has himself won all honest hearts, +and received afresh the recognition of his more distinguished brethren. +From all parts of the English-speaking world letters have come in +commendation of Weelum MacLure, and many were from doctors who had +received new courage. It is surely more honor than a new writer could +ever have deserved to receive the approbation of a profession whose +charity puts us all to shame.</p> + +<p>May I take this first opportunity to declare how deeply my heart has +been touched by the favor shown to a simple book by the American people, +and to express my hope that one day it may be given me to see you face +to face.</p> + +<p>IAN MACLAREN. Liverpool, Oct. 4, 1895.</p> + +<br><br> + + +<a name="I"></a> +<br><br> + + +<center> +<h1> +A GENERAL PRACTITIONER.</h1> +</center> +<br><br> + + + + +<a name="012"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<a href="images/012.png"><img alt="012.jpg (73K)" src="images/012.jpg" height="652" width="552"></a> +</center> +<br><br> + +<p>Drumtochty was accustomed to break every law of health, except wholesome +food and fresh air, and yet had reduced the Psalmist's farthest limit to +an average life-rate. Our men made no difference in their clothes for +summer or winter, Drumsheugh and one or two of the larger farmers +condescending to a topcoat on Sabbath, as a penalty of their position, +and without regard to temperature. They wore their blacks at a funeral, +refusing to cover them with anything, out of respect to the deceased, +and standing longest in the kirkyard when the north wind was blowing +across a hundred miles of snow. If the rain was pouring at the Junction, +then Drumtochty stood two minutes longer through sheer native dourness +till each man had a cascade from the tail of his coat, and hazarded the +suggestion, halfway to Kildrummie, that it had been "a bit scrowie," +a "scrowie" being as far short of a "shoor" as a "shoor" fell below +"weet."</p> + +<a name="014"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<a href="images/014.png"><img alt="014.jpg (67K)" src="images/014.jpg" height="645" width="472"></a> +</center> +<br><br> + +<p>This sustained defiance of the elements provoked occasional judgments in +the shape of a "hoast" (cough), and the head of the house was then +exhorted by his women folk to "change his feet" if he had happened to +walk through a burn on his way home, and was pestered generally with +sanitary precautions. It is right to add that the gudeman treated such +advice with contempt, regarding it as suitable for the effeminacy of +towns, but not seriously intended for Drumtochty. Sandy Stewart "napped" +stones on the road in his shirt sleeves, wet or fair, summer and winter, +till he was persuaded to retire from active duty at eighty-five, and he +spent ten years more in regretting his hastiness and criticising his +successor. The ordinary course of life, with fine air and contented +minds, was to do a full share of work till seventy, and then to look +after "orra" jobs well into the eighties, and to "slip awa" within sight +of ninety. Persons above ninety were understood to be acquitting +themselves with credit, and assumed airs of authority, brushing aside +the opinions of seventy as immature, and confirming their conclusions +with illustrations drawn from the end of last century.</p> + +<p>When Hillocks' brother so far forgot himself as to "slip awa" +at sixty, that worthy man was scandalized, and offered laboured +explanations at the "beerial."</p> + +<p>"It's an awfu' business ony wy ye look at it, an' a sair trial tae us +a'. A' never heard tell o' sic a thing in oor family afore, an' it's no +easy accoontin' for't.</p> + +<p>"The gudewife was sayin' he wes never the same sin' a weet nicht he lost +himsel on the muir and slept below a bush; but that's neither here nor +there. A'm thinkin' he sappit his constitution thae twa years he wes +grieve aboot England. That wes thirty years syne, but ye're never the +same aifter thae foreign climates."</p> + +<p>Drumtochty listened patiently to Hillocks' apology, but was not +satisfied.</p> + +<p>"It's clean havers about the muir. Losh keep's, we've a' sleepit oot and +never been a hair the waur.</p> + +<p>"A' admit that England micht hae dune the job; it's no cannie stravagin' +yon wy frae place tae place, but Drums never complained tae me if he hed +been nippit in the Sooth."</p> + +<p>The parish had, in fact, lost confidence in Drums after his wayward +experiment with a potato-digging machine, which turned out a lamentable +failure, and his premature departure confirmed our vague impression of +his character.</p> + +<p>"He's awa noo," Drumsheugh summed up, after opinion had time to form; +"an' there were waur fouk than Drums, but there's nae doot he was a wee +flichty."</p> + +<p>When illness had the audacity to attack a Drumtochty man, it was +described as a "whup," and was treated by the men with a fine +negligence. Hillocks was sitting in the post-office one afternoon when +I looked in for my letters, and the right side of his face was blazing +red. His subject of discourse was the prospects of the turnip "breer," +but he casually explained that he was waiting for medical advice.</p> + +<p>"The gudewife is keepin' up a ding-dong frae mornin' till nicht aboot ma +face, and a'm fair deaved (deafened), so a'm watchin' for MacLure tae +get a bottle as he comes wast; yon's him noo."</p> + +<p>The doctor made his diagnosis from horseback on sight, and stated the +result with that admirable clearness which endeared him to Drumtochty.</p> + +<p>"Confoond ye, Hillocks, what are ye ploiterin' aboot here for in the +weet wi' a face like a boiled beet? Div ye no ken that ye've a titch o' +the rose (erysipelas), and ocht tae be in the hoose? Gae hame wi' ye +afore a' leave the bit, and send a haflin for some medicine. Ye donnerd +idiot, are ye ettlin tae follow Drums afore yir time?" And the medical +attendant of Drumtochty continued his invective till Hillocks started, +and still pursued his retreating figure with medical directions of a +simple and practical character.</p> + + + +<a name="019"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<a href="images/019.png"><img alt="019.jpg (64K)" src="images/019.jpg" height="717" width="436"></a> +</center> +<br><br> + + +<p>"A'm watchin', an' peety ye if ye pit aff time. Keep yir bed the +mornin', and dinna show yir face in the fields till a' see ye. A'll gie +ye a cry on Monday—sic an auld fule—but there's no are o' them tae +mind anither in the hale pairish."</p> + +<a name="020"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<a href="images/020.png"><img alt="020.jpg (69K)" src="images/020.jpg" height="618" width="463"></a> +</center> +<br><br> + + +<p>Hillocks' wife informed the kirkyaird that the doctor "gied the gudeman +an awfu' clear-in'," and that Hillocks "wes keepin' the hoose," which +meant that the patient had tea breakfast, and at that time was wandering +about the farm buildings in an easy undress with his head in a plaid.</p> + +<p>It was impossible for a doctor to earn even the most modest competence +from a people of such scandalous health, and so MacLure had annexed +neighbouring parishes. His house—little more than a cottage—stood on +the roadside among the pines towards the head of our Glen, and from this +base of operations he dominated the wild glen that broke the wall of the +Grampians above Drumtochty—where the snow drifts were twelve feet deep +in winter, and the only way of passage at times was the channel of the +river—and the moorland district westwards till he came to the Dunleith +sphere of influence, where there were four doctors and a hydropathic. +Drumtochty in its length, which was eight miles, and its breadth, which +was four, lay in his hand; besides a glen behind, unknown to the world, +which in the night time he visited at the risk of life, for the way +thereto was across the big moor with its peat holes and treacherous +bogs. And he held the land eastwards towards Muirtown so far as Geordie, +the Drumtochty post, travelled every day, and could carry word that the +doctor was wanted. He did his best for the need of every man, woman and +child in this wild, straggling district, year in, year out, in the snow +and in the heat, in the dark and in the light, without rest, and without +holiday for forty years.</p> + +<p>One horse could not do the work of this man, but we liked best to see +him on his old white mare, who died the week after her master, and the +passing of the two did our hearts good. It was not that he rode +beautifully, for he broke every canon of art, flying with his arms, +stooping till he seemed to be speaking into Jess's ears, and rising in +the saddle beyond all necessity. But he could rise faster, stay longer +in the saddle, and had a firmer grip with his knees than any one I ever +met, and it was all for mercy's sake. When the reapers in harvest time +saw a figure whirling past in a cloud of dust, or the family at the foot +of Glen Urtach, gathered round the fire on a winter's night, heard the +rattle of a horse's hoofs on the road, or the shepherds, out after the +sheep, traced a black speck moving across the snow to the upper glen, +they knew it was the doctor, and, without being conscious of it, wished +him God speed.</p> + +<a name="023"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<a href="images/023.png"><img alt="023.jpg (80K)" src="images/023.jpg" height="550" width="449"></a> +</center> +<br><br> + +<p>Before and behind his saddle were strapped the instruments and medicines +the doctor might want, for he never knew what was before him. There were +no specialists in Drumtochty, so this man had to do everything as best +he could, and as quickly. He was chest doctor and doctor for every other +organ as well; he was accoucheur and surgeon; he was oculist and aurist; +he was dentist and chloroformist, besides being chemist and druggist. +It was often told how he was far up Glen Urtach when the feeders of the +threshing mill caught young Burnbrae, and how he only stopped to change +horses at his house, and galloped all the way to Burnbrae, and flung +himself off his horse and amputated the arm, and saved the lad's life.</p> + +<p>"You wud hae thocht that every meenut was an hour," said Jamie Soutar, +who had been at the threshing, "an' a'll never forget the puir lad lying +as white as deith on the floor o' the loft, wi' his head on a sheaf, an' +Burnbrae haudin' the bandage ticht an' prayin' a' the while, and the +mither greetin' in the corner.</p> + +<p>"'Will he never come?' she cries, an' a' heard the soond o' the horse's +feet on the road a mile awa in the frosty air.</p> + + + +<a name="025"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<a href="images/025.png"><img alt="025.jpg (109K)" src="images/025.jpg" height="677" width="528"></a> +</center> +<br><br> + + +<p>"'The Lord be praised!' said Burnbrae, and a' slippit doon the ladder +as the doctor came skelpin' intae the close, the foam fleein' frae his +horse's mooth.</p> + +<p>"Whar is he?' wes a' that passed his lips, an' in five meenuts he hed +him on the feedin' board, and wes at his wark—sic wark, neeburs—but he +did it weel. An' ae thing a' thocht rael thochtfu' o' him: he first sent +aff the laddie's mither tae get a bed ready.</p> + +<p>"Noo that's feenished, and his constitution 'ill dae the rest," and he +carried the lad doon the ladder in his airms like a bairn, and laid him +in his bed, and waits aside him till he wes sleepin', and then says he: +'Burnbrae, yir gey lad never tae say 'Collie, will yelick?' for a' hevna +tasted meat for saxteen hoors.'</p> + +<p>"It was michty tae see him come intae the yaird that day, neeburs; the +verra look o' him wes victory."</p> + +<a name="028"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<a href="images/028.png"><img alt="028.jpg (71K)" src="images/028.jpg" height="713" width="444"></a> +</center> +<br><br> + +<p>Jamie's cynicism slipped off in the enthusiasm of this reminiscence, and +he expressed the feeling of Drumtochty. No one sent for MacLure save in +great straits, and the sight of him put courage in sinking hearts. But +this was not by the grace of his appearance, or the advantage of a good +bedside manner. A tall, gaunt, loosely made man, without an ounce of +superfluous flesh on his body, his face burned a dark brick color by +constant exposure to the weather, red hair and beard turning grey, +honest blue eyes that look you ever in the face, huge hands with wrist +bones like the shank of a ham, and a voice that hurled his salutations +across two fields, he suggested the moor rather than the drawing-room. +But what a clever hand it was in an operation, as delicate as a woman's, +and what a kindly voice it was in the humble room where the shepherd's +wife was weeping by her man's bedside. +</p> + + +<a name="029"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<a href="images/029.png"><img alt="029.jpg (115K)" src="images/029.jpg" height="651" width="530"></a> +</center> +<br><br> + +<p> +He was "ill pitten the gither" to +begin with, but many of his physical defects were the penalties of his +work, and endeared him to the Glen. That ugly scar that cut into his +right eyebrow and gave him such a sinister expression, was got one night +Jess slipped on the ice and laid him insensible eight miles from home. +His limp marked the big snowstorm in the fifties, when his horse missed +the road in Glen Urtach, and they rolled together in a drift. MacLure +escaped with a broken leg and the fracture of three ribs, but he never +walked like other men again. He could not swing himself into the saddle +without making two attempts and holding Jess's mane. Neither can you +"warstle" through the peat bogs and snow drifts for forty winters +without a touch of rheumatism. But they were honorable scars, and for +such risks of life men get the Victoria Cross in other fields.</p> + + + +<a name="031"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<a href="images/031.png"><img alt="031.jpg (111K)" src="images/031.jpg" height="925" width="638"></a> +</center> +<br><br> + + +<p>MacLure got nothing but the secret affection of the Glen, which knew +that none had ever done one-tenth as much for it as this ungainly, +twisted, battered figure, and I have seen a Drumtochty face +soften at the sight of MacLure limping to his horse.</p> + +<p>Mr. Hopps earned the ill-will of the Glen for ever by criticising +the doctor's dress, but indeed it would have filled any townsman with +amazement. Black he wore once a year, on Sacrament Sunday, and, if +possible, at a funeral; topcoat or waterproof never. His jacket and +waistcoat were rough homespun of Glen Urtach wool, which threw off the +wet like a duck's back, and below he was clad in shepherd's tartan +trousers, which disappeared into unpolished riding boots. His shirt was +grey flannel, and he was uncertain about a collar, but certain as to a +tie which he never had, his beard doing instead, and his hat was soft +felt of four colors and seven different shapes. His point of distinction +in dress was the trousers, and they were the subject of unending +speculation.</p> + +<p>"Some threep that he's worn thae eedentical pair the last twenty year, +an' a' mind masel him gettin' a tear ahint, when he was crossin' oor +palin', and the mend's still veesible.</p> + +<p>"Ithers declare 'at he's got a wab o' claith, and hes a new pair made in +Muirtown aince in the twa year maybe, and keeps them in the garden till +the new look wears aff.</p> + +<p>"For ma ain pairt," Soutar used to declare, "a' canna mak up my mind, +but there's ae thing sure, the Glen wud not like tae see him withoot +them: it wud be a shock tae confidence. There's no muckle o' the check +left, but ye can aye tell it, and when ye see thae breeks comin' in ye +ken that if human pooer can save yir bairn's life it 'ill be dune."</p> + +<p>The confidence of the Glen—and tributary states—was unbounded, and +rested partly on long experience of the doctor's resources, and partly +on his hereditary connection.</p> + +<p>"His father was here afore him," Mrs. Macfadyen used to explain; "atween +them they've hed the countyside for weel on tae a century; if MacLure +disna understand oor constitution, wha dis, a' wud like tae ask?"</p> + +<p>For Drumtochty had its own constitution and a special throat disease, as +became a parish which was quite self-contained between the woods and the +hills, and not dependent on the lowlands either for its diseases or its +doctors.</p> + +<p>"He's a skilly man, Doctor MacLure," continued my friend Mrs. Macfayden, +whose judgment on sermons or anything else was seldom at fault; "an' +a kind-hearted, though o' coorse he hes his faults like us a', an' he +disna tribble the Kirk often.</p> + +<p>"He aye can tell what's wrang wi' a body, an' maistly he can put ye +richt, and there's nae new-fangled wys wi' him: a blister for the +ootside an' Epsom salts for the inside dis his wark, an' they say +there's no an herb on the hills he disna ken.</p> + +<p>"If we're tae dee, we're tae dee; an' if we're tae live, we're tae live," +concluded Elspeth, with sound Calvinistic logic; "but a'll say this +for the doctor, that whether yir tae live or dee, he can aye keep up a +sharp meisture on the skin."</p> + +<p>"But he's no veera ceevil gin ye bring him when there's naethin' wrang," +and Mrs. Macfayden's face reflected another of Mr. Hopps' misadventures +of which Hillocks held the copyright.</p> + +<p>"Hopps' laddie ate grosarts (gooseberries) till they hed to sit up a' +nicht wi' him, an' naethin' wud do but they maun hae the doctor, an' he +writes 'immediately' on a slip o' paper.</p> + +<p>"Weel, MacLure had been awa a' nicht wi' a shepherd's wife Dunleith wy, +and he comes here withoot drawin' bridle, mud up tae the cen.</p> + +<p>"'What's a dae here, Hillocks?" he cries; 'it's no an accident, is't?' +and when he got aff his horse he cud hardly stand wi' stiffness and +tire. </p> + +<p>"'It's nane o' us, doctor; it's Hopps' laddie; he's been eatin' ower +mony berries.'</p> + + + +<a name="036"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<a href="images/036.png"><img alt="036.jpg (91K)" src="images/036.jpg" height="827" width="670"></a> +</center> +<br><br> + + +<p>"If he didna turn on me like a tiger.</p> + +<p>"Div ye mean tae say——'</p> + +<p>"'Weesht, weesht,' an' I tried tae quiet him, for Hopps wes comin' oot.</p> + +<p>"'Well, doctor,' begins he, as brisk as a magpie, 'you're here at last; +there's no hurry with you Scotchmen. My boy has been sick all night, and +I've never had one wink of sleep. You might have come a little quicker, +that's all I've got to say.'</p> + +<p>"We've mair tae dae in Drumtochty than attend tae every bairn that hes a +sair stomach,' and a' saw MacLure wes roosed.</p> + +<p>"'I'm astonished to hear you speak. Our doctor at home always says to +Mrs. 'Opps "Look on me as a family friend, Mrs. 'Opps, and send for me +though it be only a headache."'</p> + +<p>"'He'd be mair sparin' o' his offers if he hed four and twenty mile tae +look aifter. There's naethin' wrang wi' yir laddie but greed. Gie him a +gude dose o' castor oil and stop his meat for a day, an' he 'ill be a' +richt the morn.'</p> + +<p>"'He 'ill not take castor oil, doctor. We have given up those barbarous +medicines.'</p> + +<p>"'Whatna kind o' medicines hae ye noo in the Sooth?'</p> + +<p>"'Well, you see, Dr. MacLure, we're homoeopathists, and I've my little +chest here,' and oot Hopps comes wi' his boxy.</p> + +<p>"'Let's see't,' an' MacLure sits doon and taks oot the bit bottles, and +he reads the names wi' a lauch every time.</p> + +<p>"'Belladonna; did ye ever hear the like? Aconite; it cowes a'. Nux +Vomica. What next? Weel, ma mannie,' he says tae Hopps, 'it's a fine +ploy, and ye 'ill better gang on wi' the Nux till it's dune, and gie him +ony ither o' the sweeties he fancies.</p> + +<p>"'Noo, Hillocks, a' maun be aff tae see Drumsheugh's grieve, for he's +doon wi' the fever, and it's tae be a teuch fecht. A' hinna time tae +wait for dinner; gie me some cheese an' cake in ma haund, and Jess 'ill +tak a pail o' meal an' water.</p> + +<p>"'Fee; a'm no wantin' yir fees, man; wi' that boxy ye dinna need a +doctor; na, na, gie yir siller tae some puir body, Maister Hopps,' an' +he was doon the road as hard as he cud lick."</p> + +<p>His fees were pretty much what the folk chose to give him, and he +collected them once a year at Kildrummie fair.</p> + +<p>"Well, doctor, what am a' awin' ye for the wife and bairn? Ye 'ill need +three notes for that nicht ye stayed in the hoose an' a' the veesits."</p> + +<p>"Havers," MacLure would answer, "prices are low, a'm hearing; gie's +thirty shillings."</p> + +<p>"No, a'll no, or the wife 'ill tak ma ears off," and it was settled for +two pounds. Lord Kilspindie gave him a free house and fields, and one +way or other, Drumsheugh told me, the doctor might get in about £150 +a year, out of which he had to pay his old housekeeper's wages and a +boy's, and keep two horses, besides the cost of instruments and books, +which he bought through a friend in Edinburgh with much judgment.</p> + +<p>There was only one man who ever complained of the doctor's charges, and +that was the new farmer of Milton, who was so good that he was above +both churches, and held a meeting in his barn. (It was Milton the Glen +supposed at first to be a Mormon, but I can't go into that now.) He +offered MacLure a pound less than he asked, and two tracts, whereupon +MacLure expressed his opinion of Milton, both from a theological and +social standpoint, with such vigor and frankness that an attentive +audience of Drumtochty men could hardly contain themselves. Jamie Soutar +was selling his pig at the time, and missed the meeting, but he hastened +to condole with Milton, who was complaining everywhere of the doctor's +language.</p> + + +<a name="041"></a> +<br><br> +<center> +<a href="images/041.png"><img alt="041.jpg (72K)" src="images/041.jpg" height="335" width="467"></a> +</center> +<br><br> + + +<p>"Ye did richt tae resist him; it 'ill maybe roose the Glen tae mak a +stand; he fair hands them in bondage.</p> + +<p>"Thirty shillings for twal veesits, and him no mair than seeven mile +awa, an' a'm telt there werena mair than four at nicht.</p> + +<p>"Ye 'ill hae the sympathy o' the Glen, for a' body kens yir as free wi' +yir siller as yir tracts.</p> + +<p>"Wes't 'Beware o' gude warks' ye offered him? Man, ye choose it weel, +for he's been colleckin' sae mony thae forty years, a'm feared for him.</p> + +<p>"A've often thocht oor doctor's little better than the Gude Samaritan, +an' the Pharisees didna think muckle o' his chance aither in this warld +or that which is tae come."</p> + + + +<br><br> + + + + +<center> +<table summary="" cellPadding=4 border=3> +<tr><td> + <a href="p2.htm">Next Part</a> +</td><td> + <a href="9320-h.htm">Main Index</a> + </td></tr> +</table> +</center> + + + +</body> +</html> + + + |