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He's a pretty good mare." The Head was wandering around with lists in his hand. His conversation ran something like this: "Pocket-flashes, chocolate, jam, medicine-case, reels, landing-nets, cigarettes, tooth-powder, slickers, matches." He was always accumulating matches. One moment, a box of matches would be in plain sight and the next it had disappeared.
It had carried off some of the most vigorous on the prairie, and twice that summer Catherine herself had laid out the cold forms of her neighbors on ironing-boards, and, with the assistance of Bill Deems of Missourah, had read the burial service over them. She had averted several other fatal runs of fever by the contents of her little medicine-case.
I'll send you a medicine-case from Epps. If you're ill, take 'em." "You're very good." "Not at all. It's my hobby one of the last." A broad, boyish smile flashed over the handsome old face. "Look at me; I'm seventy-five, and I can tire out my own grandsons at riding and shooting. That comes of avoiding all allopathic messes like the devil.
Let me hold your arm and walk, and don't make me talk, then I can get over it." She was biting her lips almost to bleeding. James walked on as he was bidden, with the slender little brown-clad figure clinging to him. He realized that he had fallen in with a girl who had a will which was possibly superior to anything in his medicine-case when it came to overcoming fright.
He would have fought to the death for any one of these men, but he knew himself, quite innocently, upon superior heights of education, and trained thought, and ambition. He met a man swinging a pail; he was coughing: a wretched, long rattle of a cough. James stopped him, opened his little medicine-case, and produced some pellets.
I jerked the reins impatiently. "Go along!" said I. But he did not go along. "Haven't you got somethin' in your medicine-case you could mollify him with?" said Uncle Beamish. "Somethin' sweet that he might like?" For an instant I caught at this absurd suggestion, and my mind ran over the contents of my little bottles.
It was sad mockery, but David held doggedly to his belief that finally things would come right. His hands closed rigidly upon the sides of the fence-post, and from beneath the tight-shut eyelids slow tear-drops were squeezing out. It was so that Dr. Redfield found him. With medicine-case in hand, the physician had come down the walk from the desolate, scowling house.
He walked, with a pronounced limp on the leg which had been next the medicine-case, to where Dock stood leaning shakily against the pinto. "Maybe we're in time, after all," he said slowly. "Here's some kind uh dried stuff I got off the ceiling; I thought maybe yuh might need it you're great on Indian weeds." He pulled a crumpled, faintly aromatic bundle of herbs from his pocket.
I am pinching my cheeks almost black and blue, so mother won't notice. I don't talk scared now, do I?" "Not very." "Well, I think I can manage that. I think I can manage my voice. I am all over being faint. Oh, I will tell you what I will do. You haven't got your medicine-case with you, have you?" "No, I started so hurriedly." "Well, I will go in the office way.
Edgham has an acute attack of indigestion and I could not rouse him, and I thought it hardly wise to wait until morning." The doctor, who was an old man, unshaven and grim-faced, nodded and went up to the bed. He did not open his medicine-case after he had looked at Harry. "I suppose you can give him something, doctor?" Ida said.
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