"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."
The doctor made his diagnosis from horseback on sight, and stated the result with that admirable clearness which endeared him to Drumtochty.
"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 t.i.tch 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.
"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 ane o" them tae mind anither in the hale pairish."
Hillocks" wife informed the kirkyaird that the doctor "gied the gudeman an awfu" clearin"," 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.
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 snows drifts were twelve feet deep in winter, and the only way of pa.s.sage 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.
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 pa.s.sing 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 G.o.d speed.
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.
"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.
""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.
""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.
""Whar is he?" wes a" that pa.s.sed 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.
""Noo that"s feenished, and his const.i.tution "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 a gey lad never tae say "Collie, will ye lick?" for a" hevna tasted meat for saxteen hoors."
"It was michty tae see him come intae the yaird that day, neeburs; the verra look o" him wes victory."
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 colour 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. He was "ill pitten thegither" 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 honourable scars, and for such risks of life men get the Victoria Cross in other fields. 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.
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 colours and seven different shapes.
His point of distinction in dress was the trousers, and they were the subject of unending speculation.
"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.
"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 aft.
"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."
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.
"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 const.i.tution, wha dis, a" wud like tae ask?"
For Drumtochty had its own const.i.tution 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.
"He"s a skilly man, Doctor MacLure," continued my friend Mrs.
Macfadyen, 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.
"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.
"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 shairp meisture on the skin.
"But he"s no verra ceevil gin ye bring him when there"s naethin"
wrang," and Mrs. Macfadyen"s face reflected another of Mr. Hopps"
misadventures of which Hillocks held the copyright.
"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.
"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 een.
""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.
""It"s nane o" us, doctor; it"s Hopps" laddie; he"s been eatin" ower mony berries."
"If he didna turn on me like a tiger.
""Div ye mean tae say--"
""Weesht, weesht," an" I tried tae quiet him, for Hopps wes comin"
oot.
""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."
""We"ve mair tae dae in Drumtochty than attend tae every bairn that hes a sair stomach," and a" saw MacLure wes roosed.
""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.""
""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."
""He "ill not take castor oil, doctor. We have given up those barbarous medicines."
""Whatna kind o" medicines hae ye noo in the Sooth?"
""Well, you see, Dr. MacLure, we"re h.o.m.oeopathists, and I"ve my little chest here, "and oot Hopps comes wi" his boxy.
""Let"s see"t," an" MacLure sits doon and taks oot the bit bottles, and he reads the names wi" a lauch every time.
""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.