A DOCTOR OF THE OLD SCHOOL - VOL. 3
A DOCTOR OF THE OLD SCHOOL - VOL. 3
A FIGHT WITH DEATH
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.
A FIGHT WITH DEATH.
A FIGHT WITH DEATH
When Drumsheugh's grieve was brought to the gates of death by fever
caught as was supposed on an adventurous visit to Glasgow the London
doctor at Lord Kilspindie's shooting lodge looked in on his way from the
moor and declared it impossible for Saunders to live through the night.
"I give him six hours more or less; it is only a question of time"
said the oracle buttoning his gloves and getting into the brake;
"tell your parish doctor that I was sorry not to have met him."
Bell heard this verdict from behind the door and gave way utterly
but Drumsheugh declined to accept it as final and devoted himself to
"Dinna greet like that Bell wumman sae lang as Saunders is still
living'; a'll never give up houp for ma pairt till oor ain man says
"A' the doctors in the land dinna ken as muckle aboot us as Weelum
MacLure an' he's ill tae beat when he's trying tae save a man's life."
MacLure on his coming would say nothing either weal or woe till he
had examined Saunders. Suddenly his face turned into iron before their
eyes and he looked like one encountering a merciless foe. For there was
a feud between MacLure and a certain mighty power which had lasted for
forty years in Drumtochty.
[Illustration: "GAVE WAY UTTERLY"]
"The London doctor said that Saunders wud sough awa afore mornin' did
he? Weel he's an authority on fevers an' sic like diseases an' ought
"It's may be presumptous o' me tae differ frae him and it wudna be
verra respectfu' o' Saunders tae live aifter this opeenion. But Saunders
wes awe thraun an' ill tae drive an' he's as like as no tae gang his
"A'm no meanin' tae reflect on sae clever a man but he didna ken the
seetuation. He can read fevers like a buik but he never cam across sic
a thing as the Drumtochty constitution a' his days.
"Ye see when onybody gets as low as puir Saunders here it's juist
a hand to hand wrastle atween the fever and his constitution an' of
coorse if he had been a shilpit stuntit feckless effeegy o' a cratur
fed on tea an' made dishes and pushioned wi' bad air Saunders wud hae
nae chance; he wes boond tae gae oot like the snuff o' a candle.
"But Saunders hes been fillin' his lungs for five and thirty year wi'
strong Drumtochty air an' eatin' naethin' but kirny aitmeal and
drinkin' naethin' but fresh milk frae the coo an' followin' the ploo
through the new-turned sweet-smellin' earth an' swingin' the scythe in
haytime and harvest till the legs an' airms o' him were iron an' his
chest wes like the cuttin' o' an oak tree.
"He's a waesome sicht the nicht but Saunders wes a buirdly man aince
and wull never lat his life be taken lichtly frae him. Na na he hesna
sinned against Nature and Nature 'ill stand by him noo in his oor o'
"A' daurna say yea Bell muckle as a' wud like for this is an evil
disease cunnin an' treacherous as the deevil himsel' but a' winna say
nay sae keep yir hert frae despair.
"It wull be a sair fecht but it 'ill be settled one wy or anither by
sax o'clock the morn's morn. Nae man can prophecee hoo it 'ill end but
ae thing is certain a'll no see deith tak a Drumtochty man afore his
time if a' can help it.
"Noo Bell ma wumman yir near deid wi' tire an' nae wonder. Ye've dune
a' ye cud for yir man an' ye'll lippen (trust) him the nicht tae
Drumsheugh an' me; we 'ill no fail him or you.
"Lie doon an' rest an' if it be the wull o' the Almichty a'll wauken ye
in the mornin' tae see a livin' conscious man an' if it be ither-wise
a'll come for ye the suner Bell" and the big red hand went out to the
anxious wife. "A' gie ye ma word."
Bell leant over the bed and at the sight of Saunders' face a
superstitious dread seized her.
"See doctor the shadow of deith is on him that never lifts. A've seen
it afore on ma father an' mither. A' canna leave him a' canna leave
[Illustration: "BELL LEANT OVER THE BED"]
"It's hoverin' Bell but it hesna fallen; please God it never wull.
Gang but and get some sleep for it's time we were at oor work.
"The doctors in the toons hae nurses an' a' kinds o' handy apparatus"
said MacLure to Drumsheugh when Bell had gone "but you an' me 'ill need
tae be nurse the nicht an' use sic things as we hev.
"It 'ill be a lang nicht and anxious wark but a' wud raither hae ye
auld freend wi' me than ony man in the Glen. Ye're no feared tae gie a
"Me feared? No likely. Man Saunders cam tae me a haflin and hes been
on Drumsheugh for twenty years an' though he be a dour chiel he's a
faithfu' servant as ever lived. It's waesome tae see him lyin' there
moanin' like some dumb animal frae mornin' tae nicht an' no able tae
answer his ain wife when she speaks.
"Div ye think Weelum he hes a chance?"
"That he hes at ony rate and it 'ill no be your blame or mine if he
While he was speaking MacLure took off his coat and waistcoat and hung
them on the back of the door. Then he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt
and laid bare two arms that were nothing but bone and muscle.
"It gar'd ma very blood rin faster tae the end of ma fingers juist tae
look at him" Drumsheugh expatiated afterwards to Hillocks "for a' saw
noo that there was tae be a stand-up fecht atween him an' deith for
Saunders and when a' thocht o' Bell an' her bairns a' kent wha wud
"'Aff wi' yir coat Drumsheugh' said MacLure; 'ye 'ill need tae bend
yir back the nicht; gither a' the pails in the hoose and fill them at
the spring an' a'll come doon tae help ye wi' the carryin'.'"
It was a wonderful ascent up the steep pathway from the spring to the
cottage on its little knoll the two men in single file bareheaded
silent solemn each with a pail of water in either hand MacLure
limping painfully in front Drumsheugh blowing behind; and when they
laid down their burden in the sick room where the bits of furniture had
been put to a side and a large tub held the centre Drumsheugh looked
curiously at the doctor.
"No a'm no daft; ye needna be feared; but yir tae get yir first lesson
in medicine the nicht an' if we win the battle ye can set up for yersel
in the Glen.
"There's twa dangers--that Saunders' strength fails an' that the force
o' the fever grows; and we have juist twa weapons.
"Yon milk on the drawers' head an' the bottle of whisky is tae keep up
the strength and this cool caller water is tae keep doon the fever.
"We 'ill cast oot the fever by the virtue o' the earth an' the water."
"Div ye mean tae pit Saunders in the tub?"
"Ye hiv it noo Drumsheugh and that's hoo a' need yir help."
"Man Hillocks" Drumsheugh used to moralize as often as he remembered
that critical night "it wes humblin' tae see hoo low sickness can bring
a pooerfu' man an' ocht tae keep us frae pride."
"A month syne there wesna a stronger man in the Glen than Saunders an'
noo he wes juist a bundle o' skin and bone that naither saw nor heard
nor moved nor felt that kent naethin' that was dune tae him.
"Hillocks a' wudna hae wished ony man tae hev seen Saunders--for it
wull never pass frae before ma een as long as a' live--but a' wish a'
the Glen hed stude by MacLure kneelin' on the floor wi' his sleeves up
tae his oxters and waitin' on Saunders.
"Yon big man wes as pitifu' an' gentle as a wumman and when he laid the
puir fallow in his bed again he happit him ower as a mither dis her
Thrice it was done Drumsheugh ever bringing up colder water from the
spring and twice MacLure was silent; but after the third time there was
a gleam in his eye.
"We're haudin' oor ain; we're no bein' maistered at ony rate; mair a'
canna say for three oors.
"We 'ill no need the water again Drumsheugh; gae oot and tak a breath
o' air; a'm on gaird masel."
It was the hour before daybreak and Drumsheugh wandered through fields
he had trodden since childhood. The cattle lay sleeping in the pastures;
their shadowy forms with a patch of whiteness here and there having a
weird suggestion of death. He heard the burn running over the stones;
fifty years ago he had made a dam that lasted till winter. The hooting
of an owl made him start; one had frightened him as a boy so that he ran
home to his mother--she died thirty years ago. The smell of ripe corn
filled the air; it would soon be cut and garnered. He could see the dim
outlines of his house all dark and cold; no one he loved was beneath
the roof. The lighted window in Saunders' cottage told where a man hung
between life and death but love was in that home. The futility of life
arose before this lonely man and overcame his heart with an
indescribable sadness. What a vanity was all human labour what a
mystery all human life.
But while he stood subtle change came over the night and the air
trembled round him as if one had whispered. Drumsheugh lifted his head
and looked eastwards. A faint grey stole over the distant horizon and
suddenly a cloud reddened before his eyes. The sun was not in sight but
was rising and sending forerunners before his face. The cattle began
to stir a blackbird burst into song and before Drumsheugh crossed the
threshold of Saunders' house the first ray of the sun had broken on a
peak of the Grampians.
MacLure left the bedside and as the light of the candle fell on
the doctor's face Drumsheugh could see that it was going well with
"He's nae waur; an' it's half six noo; it's ower sune tae say mair but
a'm houpin' for the best. Sit doon and take a sleep for ye're needin'
't Drumsheugh an' man ye hae worked for it."
As he dozed off the last thing Drumsheugh saw was the doctor sitting
erect in his chair a clenched fist resting on the bed and his eyes
already bright with the vision of victory.
He awoke with a start to find the room flooded with the morning
sunshine and every trace of last night's work removed.
The doctor was bending over the bed and speaking to Saunders.
"It's me Saunders Doctor MacLure ye ken; dinna try tae speak or move;
juist let this drap milk slip ower--ye 'ill be needin' yir breakfast
lad--and gang tae sleep again."
[Illustration: "A CLENCHED FIST RESTING ON THE BED"]
Five minutes and Saunders had fallen into a deep healthy sleep all
tossing and moaning come to an end. Then MacLure stepped softly across
the floor picked up his coat and waistcoat and went out at the door.
Drumsheugh arose and followed him without a word. They passed through
the little garden sparkling with dew and beside the byre where Hawkie
rattled her chain impatient for Bell's coming and by Saunders' little
strip of corn ready for the scythe till they reached an open field.
There they came to a halt and Doctor MacLure for once allowed himself
His coat he flung east and his waistcoat west as far as he could hurl
them and it was plain he would have shouted had he been a complete mile
from Saunders' room. Any less distance was useless for the adequate
expression. He struck Drumsheugh a mighty blow that well-nigh levelled
that substantial man in the dust and then the doctor of Drumtochty
issued his bulletin.
"Saunders wesna tae live through the nicht but he's livin' this meenut
an' like to live.
"He's got by the warst clean and fair and wi' him that's as good as
"It' ill be a graund waukenin' for Bell; she 'ill no be a weedow yet
nor the bairnies fatherless.
"There's nae use glowerin' at me Drumsheugh for a body's daft at a
time an' a' canna contain masel' and a'm no gaein' tae try."
Then it dawned on Drumsheugh that the doctor was attempting the Highland
"He's 'ill made tae begin wi'" Drumsheugh explained in the kirkyard
next Sabbath "and ye ken he's been terrible mishannelled by accidents
sae ye may think what like it wes but as sure as deith o' a' the
Hielan flings a' ever saw yon wes the bonniest.
"A' hevna shaken ma ain legs for thirty years but a' confess tae a turn
masel. Ye may lauch an' ye like neeburs but the thocht o' Bell an'
the news that wes waitin' her got the better o' me."
"THE DOCTOR WAS ATTEMPTING THE HIGHLAND FLING"
Drumtochty did not laugh. Drumtochty looked as if it could have done
quite otherwise for joy.
"A' wud hae made a third gin a bed been there" announced Hillocks
"Come on Drumsheugh" said Jamie Soutar "gie's the end o't; it wes a
"'We're twa auld fules' says MacLure tae me and he gaithers up his
claithes. 'It wud set us better tae be tellin' Bell.'
"She wes sleepin' on the top o' her bed wrapped in a plaid fair worn
oot wi' three weeks' nursin' o' Saunders but at the first touch she was
oot upon the floor.
"'Is Saunders deein' doctor?' she cries. 'Ye promised tae wauken me;
dinna tell me it's a' ower.'
"'There's nae deein' aboot him Bell; ye're no tae lose yir man this
time sae far as a' can see. Come ben an' jidge for yersel'.'
"Bell lookit at Saunders and the tears of joy fell on the bed like
"'The shadow's lifted' she said; 'he's come back frae the mooth o' the
"'A' prayed last nicht that the Lord wud leave Saunders till the laddies
cud dae for themselves an' thae words came intae ma mind 'Weepin' may
endure for a nicht but joy cometh in the mornin'."
"'The Lord heard ma prayer and joy hes come in the mornin'' an' she
gripped the doctor's hand.
"'Ye've been the instrument Doctor MacLure. Ye wudna gie him up and ye
did what nae ither cud for him an' a've ma man the day and the bairns
hae their father.'
"An' afore MacLure kent what she was daein' Bell lifted his hand to her
lips an' kissed it."
"Did she though?" cried Jamie. "Wha wud hae thocht there wes as muckle
spunk in Bell?"
"MacLure of coorse was clean scandalized" continued Drumsheugh "an'
pooed awa his hand as if it hed been burned.
"Nae man can thole that kind o' fraikin' and a' never heard o' sic
a thing in the parish but we maun excuse Bell neeburs; it wes an
occasion by ordinar" and Drumsheugh made Bell's apology to Drumtochty
for such an excess of feeling.
"A' see naethin' tae excuse" insisted Jamie who was in great fettle
that Sabbath; "the doctor hes never been burdened wi' fees and a'm
judgin' he coonted a wumman's gratitude that he saved frae weedowhood
the best he ever got."
[Illustration: "I'VE A COLD IN MY HEAD TO-NIGHT"]
"A' gaed up tae the Manse last nicht" concluded Drumsheugh "and telt
the minister hoo the doctor focht aucht oors for Saunders' life an'
won and ye never saw a man sae carried. He walkit up and doon the room
a' the time and every other meenut he blew his nose like a trumpet.
"'I've a cold in my head to-night Drumsheugh' says he; 'never mind
"A've hed the same masel in sic circumstances; they come on sudden"
"A' wager there 'ill be a new bit in the laist prayer the day an'
somethin' worth hearin'."
And the fathers went into kirk in great expectation.
"We beseech Thee for such as be sick that Thy hand may be on them for
good and that Thou wouldst restore them again to health and strength"
was the familiar petition of every Sabbath.
The congregation waited in a silence that might be heard and were not
disappointed that morning for the minister continued:
"Especially we tender Thee hearty thanks that Thou didst spare Thy
servant who was brought down into the dust of death and hast given him
back to his wife and children and unto that end didst wonderfully bless
the skill of him who goes out and in amongst us the beloved physician
of this parish and adjacent districts."
"Didna a' tell ye neeburs?" said Jamie as they stood at the kirkyard
gate before dispersing; "there's no a man in the coonty cud hae dune
it better. 'Beloved physician' an' his 'skill' tae an' bringing in
'adjacent districts'; that's Glen Urtach; it wes handsome and the
doctor earned it ay every word.
"It's an awfu' peety he didna hear yon; but dear knows whar he is the
day maist likely up--"
Jamie stopped suddenly at the sound of a horse's feet and there coming
down the avenue of beech trees that made a long vista from the kirk
gate they saw the doctor and Jess.
One thought flashed through the minds of the fathers of the
It ought to be done as he passed and it would be done if it were not
Sabbath. Of course it was out of the question on Sabbath.
The doctor is now distinctly visible riding after his fashion.
There was never such a chance if it were only Saturday; and each man