Part 4 (2/2)
”Put out your tongue,” continued the doctor.
The man ran out his tongue at full length.
”Let me feel your pulse;” at the same time taking his patient's hand in his, and placing his fingers upon his pulse, he said,--
”Ah! your case is a bad one; ef I don't do something for you, and dat pretty quick, you'll be a gone c.o.o.n, and dat's sartin.” At this the man appeared frightened, and inquired what was the matter with him, in answer to which Sam said,--
”I done told dat your case is a bad one, and dat's enuff.”
On Sam's returning to his master's bedside, the latter said,--
”Well, Sam, what do you think is the matter with him?”
”His stomach is out ob order, sar,” he replied.
”What do you think had better be done for him?”
”I tink I'd better bleed him and gib him a dose ob calomel,” returned Sam.
So, to the latter's gratification, the master let him have his own way.
On one occasion, when making pills and ointment, Sam made a great mistake. He got the preparations for both mixed together, so that he could not legitimately make either. But fearing that if he threw the stuff away, his master would flog him, and being afraid to inform his superior of the mistake, he resolved to make the whole batch of pill and ointment stuff into pills. He well knew that the powder over the pills would hide the inside, and the fact that most persons shut their eyes when taking such medicine led the young doctor to feel that all would be right in the end. Therefore Sam made his pills, boxed them up, put on the labels, and placed them in a conspicuous position on one of the shelves.
Sam felt a degree of anxiety about his pills, however. It was a strange mixture, and he was not certain whether it would kill or cure; but he was willing that it should be tried. At last the young doctor had his vanity gratified. Col. Tallen, one of Dr. Saxondale's patients, drove up one morning, and Sam as usual ran out to the gate to hold the colonel's horse.
”Call your master,” said the colonel; ”I will not get out.”
The doctor was soon beside the carriage, and inquired about the health of his patient. After a little consultation, the doctor returned to his office, took down a box of Sam's new pills, and returned to the carriage.
”Take two of these every morning and night,” said the doctor, ”and if you don't feel relieved, double the dose.”
”Good gracious,” exclaimed Sam in an undertone, when he heard his master tell the colonel how to take the pills.
It was several days before Sam could learn the result of his new medicine. One afternoon, about a fortnight after the colonel's visit, Sam saw his master's patient riding up to the gate on horseback. The doctor happened to be in the yard, and met the colonel and said,--
”How are you now?”
”I am entirely recovered,” replied the patient. ”Those pills of yours put me on my feet the next day.”
”I knew they would,” rejoined the doctor.
Sam was near enough to hear the conversation, and was delighted beyond description. The negro immediately ran into the kitchen, amongst his companions, and commenced dancing.
”What de matter wid you?” inquired the cook.
”I is de greatest doctor in his country,” replied Sam. ”Ef you ever get sick, call on me. No matter what ails you, I is de man dat can cure you in no time. If you do hab de backache, de rheumatics, de headache, de coller morbus, fits, er any ting else, Sam is de gentleman dat can put you on your feet wid his pills.”
For a long time after, Sam did little else than boast of his skill as a doctor.
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