This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1917 Excerpt: ... to this rule. I have traveled the creek beds, forded and swam my horse when the rivers were in rafting stage, and ridden over paths many a time from dark until daylight all alone through the wilderness, twenty, thirty or fifty miles, stopping about midnight at some cabin to give my horse a little feed. In those days ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1917 Excerpt: ... to this rule. I have traveled the creek beds, forded and swam my horse when the rivers were in rafting stage, and ridden over paths many a time from dark until daylight all alone through the wilderness, twenty, thirty or fifty miles, stopping about midnight at some cabin to give my horse a little feed. In those days there was no telegraph, telephone or daily mail through which to summon a doctor, but a neighbor had to be sent on foot or on horseback to find a physician--and not to come back without him. I was a good practical botanist and used mostly herbs and roots; these I gathered in the spring, summer and fall. Recipes were the fad then. One of my preceptors had a book of these, which I carefully copied, as well as any others I could, find. Medical colleges were few, and medical literature was scarce. As doctors we knew but little, and had to rely on what common sense we possessed. My partner, Dr. Niver, made what he called "Devil's broth." It was a mixed decoction of about all our roots and herbs, to be administered, as he said, "with the hope that some one of the ingredients would hit the disease." In fact, medicine and its practice was about all theory. Remedies were crude and drastic. Instruments few, imperfect and clumsy. I feel amazed when I think how ignorant I was, yet I tied arteries, set broken bones, amputated limbs, saved lives! The pioneer doctor unselfishly responded to all calls, asking no questions as to pay, and performing more free labor for humanity than all other classes of men combined. In learning the art I rode with my preceptor. In some of my long rides I have become so tired about midnight that I felt T could not go a step farther. Then I would dismount from my horse, hitch him to a log on the outside of a l...
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