A DOCTOR OF THE OLD SCHOOL - VOL. 2
A DOCTOR OF THE OLD SCHOOL - VOL. 2
THROUGH THE FLOOD
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
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.
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
Then I desire to thank my readers and chiefly the medical profession
for the reception given to the Doctor of Drumtochty.
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.
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
IAN MACLAREN. Liverpool Oct. 4 1895.
THROUGH THE FLOOD.
THROUGH THE FLOOD
Doctor MacLure did not lead a solemn procession from the sick bed to
the dining-room and give his opinion from the hearthrug with an air of
wisdom bordering on the supernatural because neither the Drumtochty
houses nor his manners were on that large scale. He was accustomed to
deliver himself in the yard and to conclude his directions with one
foot in the stirrup; but when he left the room where the life of Annie
Mitchell was ebbing slowly away our doctor said not one word and at
the sight of his face her husband's heart was troubled.
He was a dull man Tammas who could not read the meaning of a sign and
labored under a perpetual disability of speech; but love was eyes to him
that day and a mouth.
"Is't as bad as yir lookin' doctor? tell's the truth; wull Annie no
come through?" and Tammas looked MacLure straight in the face who never
flinched his duty or said smooth things.
"A' wud gie onything tae say Annie hes a chance but a' daurna; a' doot
yir gaein' tae lose her Tammas."
MacLure was in the saddle and as he gave his judgment he laid his hand
on Tammas's shoulder with one of the rare caresses that pass between
[Illustration: A' DOOT YIR GAEIN' TAE LOSE HER TAMMAS."]
"It's a sair business but ye 'ill play the man and no vex Annie;
she 'ill dae her best a'll warrant."
"An' a'll dae mine" and Tammas gave MacLure's hand a grip that would
have crushed the bones of a weakling. Drumtochty felt in such moments
the brotherliness of this rough-looking man and loved him.
Tammas hid his face in Jess's mane who looked round with sorrow in her
beautiful eyes for she had seen many tragedies and in this silent
sympathy the stricken man drank his cup drop by drop.
"A' wesna prepared for this for a' aye thocht she wud live the
langest.... She's younger than me by ten years and never wes ill....
We've been mairit twal year laist Martinmas but it's juist like a year
the day... A' wes never worthy o' her the bonniest snoddest (neatest)
kindliest lass in the Glen.... A' never cud mak oot hoo she ever lookit
at me 'at hesna hed ae word tae say aboot her till it's ower late....
She didna cuist up tae me that a' wesna worthy o' her no her but aye
she said 'Yir ma ain gudeman and nane cud be kinder tae me.' ... An'
a' wes minded tae be kind but a' see noo mony little trokes a' micht
hae dune for her and noo the time is bye.... Naebody kens hoo patient
she wes wi' me and aye made the best o 'me an' never pit me tae shame
afore the fouk.... An' we never hed ae cross word no ane in twal
year.... We were mair nor man and wife we were sweethearts a' the
time.... Oh ma bonnie lass what 'ill the bairnies an' me dae withoot
[Illustration: "THE BONNIEST SNODDEST KINDLIEST LASS IN THE GLEN" ]
The winter night was falling fast the snow lay deep upon the ground
and the merciless north wind moaned through the close as Tammas wrestled
with his sorrow dry-eyed for tears were denied Drumtochty men. Neither
the doctor nor Jess moved hand or foot but their hearts were with
their fellow creature and at length the doctor made a sign to Marget
Howe who had come out in search of Tammas and now stood by his side.
"Dinna mourn tae the brakin' o' yir hert Tammas" she said "as if
Annie an' you hed never luved. Neither death nor time can pairt them
that luve; there's naethin' in a' the warld sae strong as luve. If Annie
gaes frae the sichot' yir een she 'ill come the nearer tae yir hert.
She wants tae see ye and tae hear ye say that ye 'ill never forget her
nicht nor day till ye meet in the land where there's nae pairtin'. Oh
a' ken what a'm saying' for it's five year noo sin George gied awa
an' he's mair wi' me noo than when he wes in Edinboro' and I was in
"Thank ye kindly Marget; thae are gude words and true an' ye hev the
richt tae say them; but a' canna dae without seem' Annie comin' tae meet
me in the gloamin' an' gaein' in an' oot the hoose an' hearin' her ca'
me by ma name an' a'll no can tell her that a'luve her when there's nae
Annie in the hoose.
"Can naethin' be dune doctor? Ye savit Flora Cammil and young
Burnbrae an' yon shepherd's wife Dunleith wy an' we were a sae prood
o' ye an' pleased tae think that ye hed keepit deith frae anither hame.
Can ye no think o' somethin' tae help Annie and gie her back tae her
man and bairnies?" and Tammas searched the doctor's face in the cold
"There's nae pooer on heaven or airth like luve" Marget said to me
afterwards; it maks the weak strong and the dumb tae speak. Oor herts
were as water afore Tammas's words an' a' saw the doctor shake in his
saddle. A' never kent till that meenut hoo he hed a share in a'body's
grief an' carried the heaviest wecht o' a' the Glen. A' peetied him wi'
Tammas lookin' at him sae wistfully as if he hed the keys o' life an'
deith in his hands. But he wes honest and wudna hold oot a false houp
tae deceive a sore hert or win escape for himsel'."
"Ye needna plead wi' me Tammas to dae the best a' can for yir wife.
Man a' kent her lang afore ye ever luved her; a' brocht her intae the
warld and a' saw her through the fever when she wes a bit lassikie;
a' closed her mither's een and it was me hed tae tell her she wes an
orphan an' nae man wes better pleased when she got a gude husband and
a' helpit her wi' her fower bairns. A've naither wife nor bairns o' ma
own an' a' coont a' the fouk o' the Glen ma family. Div ye think a'
wudna save Annie if I cud? If there wes a man in Muirtown 'at cud dae
mair for her a'd have him this verra nicht but a' the doctors in
Perthshire are helpless for this tribble.
"Tammas ma puir fallow if it could avail a' tell ye a' wud lay doon
this auld worn-oot ruckle o' a body o' mine juist tae see ye baith
sittin' at the fireside an' the bairns roond ye couthy an' canty
again; but it's no tae be Tammas it's no tae be."
"When a' lookit at the doctor's face" Marget said "a' thocht him the
winsomest man a' ever saw. He was transfigured that nicht for a'm
judging there's nae transfiguration like luve."
"It's God's wull an' maun be borne but it's a sair wull for me an' a'm
no ungratefu' tae you doctor for a' ye've dune and what ye said the
nicht" and Tammas went back to sit with Annie for the last time.
Jess picked her way through the deep snow to the main road with a skill
that came of long experience and the doctor held converse with her
according to his wont.
"Eh Jess wumman yon wes the hardest wark a' hae tae face and a' wud
raither hae ta'en ma chance o' anither row in a Glen Urtach drift than
tell Tammas Mitchell his wife wes deein'.
"A' said she cudna be cured and it wes true for there's juist ae man
in the land fit for't and they micht as weel try tae get the mune oot
o' heaven. Sae a' said naethin' tae vex Tammas's hert for it's heavy
eneuch withoot regrets.
"But it's hard Jess that money wull buy life after a' an' if Annie
wes a duchess her man wudna lose her; but bein' only a puir cottar's
wife she maun dee afore the week's oot.
"Gin we hed him the morn there's little doot she would be saved for he
hesna lost mair than five per cent o' his cases and they 'ill be puir
toon's craturs no strappin women like Annie.
[Illustration: "IT'S OOT O' THE QUESTION JESS SAE HURRY UP"]
"It's oot o' the question Jess sae hurry up lass for we've hed a
heavy day. But it wud be the grandest thing that was ever dune in the
Glen in oor time if it could be managed by hook or crook.
"We 'ill gang and see Drumsheugh Jess; he's anither man sin' Geordie
Hoo's deith and he wes aye kinder than fouk kent;" and the doctor
passed at a gallop through the village whose lights shone across the
white frost-bound road.
"Come in by doctor; a' heard ye on the road; ye 'ill hae been at Tammas
Mitchell's; hoo's the gudewife? a' doot she's sober."
"Annie's deein' Drumsheugh an' Tammas is like tae brak his hert."
"That's no lichtsome doctor no lichtsome ava for a' dinna ken ony
man in Drumtochty sae bund up in his wife as Tammas and there's no
a bonnier wumman o' her age crosses our kirk door than Annie nor a
cleverer at her wark. Man ye 'ill need tae pit yir brains in steep. Is
she clean beyond ye?"
"Beyond me and every ither in the land but ane and it wud cost a
hundred guineas tae bring him tae Drumtochty."
"Certes he's no blate; it's a fell chairge for a short day's work; but
hundred or no hundred we'll hae him an' no let Annie gang and her no
half her years."
"Are ye meanin' it Drumsheugh?" and MacLure turned white below the tan.
"William MacLure" said Drumsheugh in one of the few confidences that
ever broke the Drumtochty reserve "a'm a lonely man wi' naebody o' ma
ain blude tae care for me livin' or tae lift me intae ma coffin when
"A' fecht awa at Muirtown market for an extra pound on a beast or a
shillin' on the quarter o' barley an' what's the gude o't? Burnbrae
gaes aff tae get a goon for his wife or a buke for his college laddie
an' Lachlan Campbell 'ill no leave the place noo without a ribbon for
"Ilka man in the Klldrummie train has some bit fairin' his pooch for the
fouk at hame that he's bocht wi' the siller he won.
"But there's naebody tae be lookin' oot for me an' comin' doon the road
tae meet me and daffin' (joking) wi' me about their fairing or feeling
ma pockets. Ou ay a've seen it a' at ither hooses though they tried
tae hide it frae me for fear a' wud lauch at them. Me lauch wi' ma
cauld empty hame!
"Yir the only man kens Weelum that I aince luved the noblest wumman in
the glen or onywhere an' a' luve her still but wi' anither luve noo.
"She had given her heart tae anither or a've thocht a' micht hae
won her though nae man be worthy o' sic a gift. Ma hert turned tae
bitterness but that passed awa beside the brier bush whar George Hoo
lay yon sad simmer time. Some day a'll tell ye ma story Weelum for you
an' me are auld freends and will be till we dee."
MacLure felt beneath the table for Drumsheugh's hand but neither man
looked at the other.
"Weel a' we can dae noo Weelum gin we haena mickle brichtness in oor
ain names is tae keep the licht frae gaein' oot in anither hoose. Write
the telegram man and Sandy 'ill send it aff frae Kildrummie this
verra nicht and ye 'ill hae yir man the morn."
[Illustration: "THE EAST HAD COME TO MEET THE WEST"]
"Yir the man a' coonted ye Drumsheugh but ye 'ill grant me ae favor.
Ye 'ill lat me pay the half bit by bit--a' ken yir wullin' tae dae't
a'--but a' haena mony pleasures an' a' wud like tae hae ma ain share in
savin' Annie's life."
Next morning a figure received Sir George on the Kildrummie platform
whom that famous surgeon took for a gillie but who introduced himself
as "MacLure of Drumtochty." It seemed as if the East had come to meet
the West when these two stood together the one in travelling furs
handsome and distinguished with his strong cultured face and carriage
of authority a characteristic type of his profession; and the other
more marvellously dressed than ever for Drumsheugh's topcoat had been
forced upon him for the occasion his face and neck one redness with the
bitter cold; rough and ungainly yet not without some signs of power in
his eye and voice the most heroic type of his noble profession. MacLure
compassed the precious arrival with observances till he was securely
seated in Drumsheugh's dog cart--a vehicle that lent itself to
history--with two full-sized plaids added to his equipment--Drumsheugh
and Hillocks had both been requisitioned--and MacLure wrapped another
plaid round a leather case which was placed below the seat with such
reverence as might be given to the Queen's regalia. Peter attended their
departure full of interest and as soon as they were in the fir woods
MacLure explained that it would be an eventful journey.
"It's a richt in here for the wind disna get at the snaw but the
drifts are deep in the Glen and th'ill be some engineerin' afore we get
tae oor destination."
Four times they left the road and took their way over fields twice they
forced a passage through a slap in a dyke thrice they used gaps in the
paling which MacLure had made on his downward journey.
"A' seleckit the road this mornin' an' a' ken the depth tae an inch; we
'ill get through this steadin' here tae the main road but oor worst job
'ill be crossin' the Tochty.
"Ye see the bridge hes been shaken wi' this winter's flood and we
daurna venture on it sae we hev tae ford and the snaw's been
melting up Urtach way. There's nae doot the water's gey big and it's
threatenin' tae rise but we 'ill win through wi' a warstle.
"It micht be safer tae lift the instruments oot o' reach o' the water;
wud ye mind haddin' them on yir knee till we're ower an' keep firm in
yir seat in case we come on a stane in the bed o' the river."
By this time they had come to the edge and it was not a cheering sight.
The Tochty had spread out over the meadows and while they waited they
could see it cover another two inches on the trunk of a tree. There are
summer floods when the water is brown and flecked with foam but this
was a winter flood which is black and sullen and runs in the centre
with a strong fierce silent current. Upon the opposite side
Hillocks stood to give directions by word and hand as the ford was
on his land and none knew the Tochty better in all its ways.
[Illustration: "THEY PASSED THROUGH THE SHALLOW WATER WITHOUT MISHAP"]
They passed through the shallow water without mishap save when the
wheel struck a hidden stone or fell suddenly into a rut; but when they
neared the body of the river MacLure halted to give Jess a minute's
"It 'ill tak ye a' yir time lass an' a' wud raither be on yir back;
but ye never failed me yet and a wumman's life is hangin' on the
With the first plunge into the bed of the stream the water rose to the
axles and then it crept up to the shafts so that the surgeon could
feel it lapping in about his feet while the dogcart began to quiver
and it seemed as if it were to be carried away. Sir George was as brave
as most men but he had never forded a Highland river in flood and the
mass of black water racing past beneath before behind him affected
his imagination and shook his nerves. He rose from his seat and ordered
MacLure to turn back declaring that he would be condemned utterly and
eternally if he allowed himself to be drowned for any person.
"Sit doon" thundered MacLure; "condemned ye will be suner or later gin
ye shirk yir duty but through the water ye gang the day."
Both men spoke much more strongly and shortly but this is what they
intended to say and it was MacLure that prevailed.
Jess trailed her feet along the ground with cunning art and held her
shoulder against the stream; MacLure leant forward in his seat a rein
in each hand and his eyes fixed on Hillocks who was now standing up to
the waist in the water shouting directions and cheering on horse and
"Haud tae the richt doctor; there's a hole yonder. Keep oot o't for ony
[Illustration: "A HEAP OF SPEECHLESS MISERY BY THE KITCHEN FIRE."]
That's heap of speechless misery by the kitchen fire and carried
him off to the barn and spread some corn on the threshing floor and
thrust a flail into his hands.
"Noo we've tae begin an' we 'ill no be dune for an' oor and ye've tae
lay on withoot stoppin' till a' come for ye an' a'll shut the door tae
haud in the noise an' keep yir dog beside ye for there maunna be a
cheep aboot the hoose for Annie's sake."
"A'll dae onything ye want me but if--if--"
"A'll come for ye Tammas gin there be danger; but what are ye feared
for wi' the Queen's ain surgeon here?"
Fifty minutes did the flail rise and fall save twice when Tammas crept
to the door and listened the dog lifting his head and whining.
It seemed twelve hours instead of one when the door swung back and
MacLure filled the doorway preceded by a great burst of light for the
sun had arisen on the snow.
[Illustration: "MA AIN DEAR MAN"]
His face was as tidings of great joy and Elspeth told me that there was
nothing like it to be seen that afternoon for glory save the sun itself
in the heavens.
"A' never saw the marrow o't Tammas an' a'll never see the like again;
it's a' ower man withoot a hitch frae beginnin' tae end and she's
fa'in' asleep as fine as ye like."
"Dis he think Annie ... 'ill live?"
"Of coorse he dis and be aboot the hoose inside a month; that's the gud
o' bein' a clean-bluided weel-livin'----"
"Preserve ye man what's wrang wi' ye? it's a mercy a' keppit ye or we
wud hev hed anither job for Sir George.
"Ye're a richt noo; sit doon on the strae. A'll come back in a whilie
an' ye i'll see Annie juist for a meenut but ye maunna say a word."
Marget took him in and let him kneel by Annie's bedside.
He said nothing then or afterwards for speech came only once in his
lifetime to Tammas but Annie whispered "Ma ain dear man."
When the doctor placed the precious bag beside Sir George in our
solitary first next morning he laid a cheque beside it and was about to
"No no" said the great man. "Mrs. Macfayden and I were on the gossip
last night and I know the whole story about you and your friend.
"You have some right to call me a coward but I'll never let you count
me a mean miserly rascal" and the cheque with Drumsheugh's painful
writing fell in fifty pieces on the floor.
[Illustration: "I'M PROUD TO HAVE MET YOU"]
As the train began to move a voice from the first called so that all
the station heard. "Give's another shake of your hand MacLure; I'm
proud to have met you; you are an honor to our profession. Mind the
It was market day but only Jamie Soutar and Hillocks had ventured down.
"Did ye hear yon Hillocks? hoo dae ye feel? A'll no deny a'm lifted."
Halfway to the Junction Hillocks had recovered and began to grasp the
"Tell's what he said. A' wud like to hae it exact for Drumsheugh."
"Thae's the eedentical words an' they're true; there's no a man in
Drumtochty disna ken that except ane."